The Easter Hope BY CORA A. MATSON DOLSON

We look across the days of March, Of knife-keen winds, and barren hills, To where the skies of April arch Above the beds of daffodils. Oh, hearts of Hope! The hours are long, While melting drifts o’erflood the rills; Yet do these winds blow, keen and strong, Toward those beds of daffodils. The Easter promise cannot fail! The stone will move when God’s hand wills, And we again our loved ones hail, Who sleep, as sleep the daffodils!