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Show EASTER With whitest lilies now your altars dress, vIn stately anthems sound your notes of praise, For flowers and lofty music best express The grace and glory of this day of days. Lofrom the sepulchres the stone is rolled, xx), from the grave the darkness has" been driven, Ait last to man the wondrous truth is told, There is another life to mortals given; That though man dies, lie wakes and lives again. The mighty tidings thrill the earth and sky, That souls can only their full height attain When mortals put on immortality. "He is not hero, your Lord, for He is risen." Listen! The echoes thrill the earth and farthest 'heaven. |