Poem: “Easter Morn” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Poems of Sentiment

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A truth that has long lain buried
At Superstition’s door,
I see, in the dawn uprising
In all its strength once more.

Hidden away in the darkness,
By Ignorance crucified,
Crushed under stones of dogmas—
Yet lo! it has not died.

It stands in the light transfigured,
It speaks from the heights above,
“Each soul is its own redeemer;
There is no law but Love.”

And the spirits of men are gladdened
As they welcome this Truth re-born
With its feet on the grave of Error
And its eyes to the Easter Morn.

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