Poem: “The Splendor of Lilies” By Margaret Sangster

Oh, rare as the splendor of lilies
And sweet as the violet’s breath
Comes the jubilant morning of Easter,
The triumph of life over death.
And fresh from the earth’s quickening bosom
Full baskets of flowers we bring,
And scatter their satin soft petals
To carpet a path for our King.

In the countless green blades of the meadow,
The sheen of the daffodil’s gold,
In the tremulous blue of the mountains,
The opaline mist on the wold,
In the tinkle of brooks through the pasture,
The river’s strong sweep to the sea,
Are signs of the day that is hasting
In gladness to you and to me.

Oh, dawn in thy splendor of lilies,
Thy fluttering violet breath,
Oh, jubilant morning of Easter,
Thou triumph of life over death!
Then fresh from the earth’s quickening bosom
Full baskets of blooms we bring,
And scatter their sating soft petals
To carpet a path for our King.