…Never yet was a spring-time
When the buds forgot to blow.
Ever the wings of the summer
Are folded under the mould;
Life, that has known no dying,
Is Love’s, to have and to hold,
Till sudden, the bourgeoning Easter!
The song! the green and the gold!
Easter Sunday Sayings: Poem extract and title from Margaret Sangster, a joyful complement to this child’s view of Easter in Covent Garden, London
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