Easter Carol.

By Harriet McEwen Kimball.
The New York Ledger, March 24, 1894, p. 12

With flowers we crown His alter fair,
  For Christ's own morning breaks,
And earth, of Easter-tide aware
  To song and bloom awakes.

               CHORUS:
The day of days is the Easter Day;
The Church puts on her white array,
For Christ hath filled the very tomb
With Easter light and Easter bloom.

His love o'er loveliest things of earth
  Symbolic beauty throws;
The Resurrection shadows forth
  In every flower that blows.
CHORUS

These flowers their mission sweet fulfill,
  And in their sweetness die;
But Easter hopes, unfolding still,
  Climb, flower-like, up the sky.
CHORUS

O Easter Day that yet shall be,
  Whose splendors shall not fail;
Thy deathless bloom the Church shall see
  Beyond the rended vail!
CHORUS