EASTER-TIME.
Reading edition
BY MARY D. BRINE.
The shadows of winter, so chill and so gray, Have passed from the meadows and hill-tops away; There's a shine in the skies, Born of Spring's merry eyes, And the heart of the Earth grows softer each day. See how she releases from fetter and chain Her treasures, which spring into freedom again, Till with beauty and bloom And sweetest perfume Is filled every hill-side, and meadow, and lane. But fairest of all things that blossom and grow, Sweet as the summer and pure as the snow, Is the lily, that tells, Like the glad Easter bells, Once more the sweet story which all hearts should know. Bloom out, Easter lilies; bloom brightly and fair; Breathe out your pure fragrance upon the mild air; Fling your banners so white Gayly out to the light, For past is the lenten of sorrow and care. For oh! with the spring-time the Easter is born; Out of darkness and night springs the glad welcome dawn; And Easter bells ringing, Their Easter song singing, With loud jubilates hail Spring's sunny morn.
WORKING PLANS OF A CATAMARAN.
