Poems (Blake)/Easter

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EASTER.
Twice from Judea's sunset skiesThe shades of darkness crept,To hide from Mary's weeping eyesThe place where Jesus slept.Gathered the gloom of grief and painThe sorrowing earth above,Since Christ on Calvary's Mount was slainAnd Death had conquered Love.
But when the dawning blushed once moreAcross the brow of Night,What glory all unknown beforeFlashed with its golden light;What sudden joy, what sweet amaze,Made eloquent its breath?T' was Earth which sang its Maker's praise,For Love had conquered Death!
O Power supreme! O Love divine,Who stooped from heavenly bliss,From that sweet world where all was Thine,To taste the woe of this! O God triumphant, who didst breakThe chains of sin for me,Look down and bid my spirit wakeAnd rise to life with Thee!