Poem: "Easter Monday," by Christina Rossetti

Out in the rain a world is growing green, 

On half the trees quick buds are seen 

Where glued-up buds have been. 

Out in the rain God’s Acre stretches green, 

Its harvest quick tho’ still unseen: 

For there the Life hath been. 

If Christ hath died His brethren well may die, 

Sing in the gate of death, 

lay by This life without a sigh: 

For Christ hath died and good it is to die; 

To sleep when so He lays us by, 

Then wake without a sigh. 

Yes, Christ hath died, yea, Christ is risen again: 

Wherefore both life and death grow plain 

To us who wax and wane; For Christ 

Who rose shall die no more again: Amen: 

till He makes all things plain Let us wax on and wane.