Volume 19 / Part 1 — Easter.

He's risen: O stars! rejoice; O angels! sing;

Though we stand dumb with awe, or doubting turn

To probe the wound above that heart where burn

Great flames of love. The saints with rapture fling

Their crowns before the throne, and angels wing

Their anthems through the air. Come, man, and learn

Where crowns belong; thy God-like soul should yearn

For them thick-set with every holy thing—

Good deeds, prayers, penances, all shining bright

With fire of charity. Rejoice again,

O stars! O angels, saints, and man! a Light

Is risen that floods the worlds with joy. No pain

Is felt this day; earth's moan may cease, and night

Grow bright with stars of hope—'tis heaven we gain!

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