Eureka Reporter | 1908-04-17 | Page 4 | Easter

ej isaurer 1 t fi i now while the dawn with tints of ros smiles through the gray skies every where softly about her morning care the easter mother goes the little rooms we call the hours she gladd eneth for all our sakes and in their cradles gently wake wakes the earliest spring flowers the dark hath somehow fallen away for where she deftly hath unrolled up rolled the snow white curtains we behold the dawn of easter day and with a cheerful song she gives the first birds welcome to her door while all the easter world once mow mor rejoices that it lives frank walcott hutt