Sunday, March 31, 2013

"Easter Morn" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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.
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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