Easter Bunny Fun

Easter bunny fun

Easter Poems

A Better Resurrection

Christ Cross

By Christina Rossetti I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, […]

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Beneath Thy Cross

Baby Lamb

  By Christina Rossetti Am I a stone, and not a sheep, That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross, To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the thief […]

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Holy Thursday: ‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, Their Innocent Faces Clean

Cross Near Water

By William Blake ‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green, Grey-headed beadles walk’d before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames’ waters flow. O what a multitude they seem’d, these flowers of […]

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On Easter Day

Easter Eggs

By Oscar Wilde The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people knelt upon the ground with awe: And borne upon the necks of men I saw, Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome. Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam, And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red, Three crowns of […]

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Christ Stained Glass

By George Herbert Having been tenant long to a rich Lord, Not thriving, I resolved to be bold, And make a suit unto him, to afford A new small-rented lease, and cancell th’old. In heaven at his manor I him sought: They told me there, that he was lately gone About some land, which he […]

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Easter Wings


By George Herbert Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poor: With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall the fall further the flight in me. My tender age in sorrow […]

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Holy Thursday: Is this a Holy Thing to See

Easter Flower

By WIlliam Blake Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduc’d to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their sun does never […]

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The Road to Emmaus


By Eric Milner-White Make our hearts to burn within us, O Christ, as we walk with thee in the way and listen to thy words; that we may go in the strength of thy presence and thy truth all our journey through, and at its end behold thee, in the glory of the eternal Trinity, […]

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By Unknown Bring flowers to strew His way, Yea, sing, make holiday; Bid young lambs leap, And earth laugh after sleep. For now He cometh forth Winter flies to the north, Folds wings and cries Amid the bergs and ice. Yea, Death, great Death is dead, And Life reigns in his stead; Cometh the Athlete […]

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William Bright, An Easter Poem

Pink Tulips

O Lord, who by triumphing over the power of darkness prepared our place in the New Jerusalem; grant us, who have this day given thanks for your resurrection, to praise you in that city of which you are the light; where with the Father and the Holy Spirit you live and reign, now and for […]

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