I trod the path where once we walked together;
Old leaves and withered fir-cones strewed the way,
And cowslips nodded in the breezy weather,
This Easter Day.
Across the windy slopes sweet bells were ringing,
A skylark's song came downward, clear and gay;
And my full heart broke forth in joyous singing,
This Easter Day.
My risen Lord, I felt thy strong protection,
I saw Thee stand among the graves today;
"I am the Way, the Life, the Resurrection,"
I heard Thee say.
And all the burdens I had carried sadly,
Grew light as blossoms on an April spray;
My cross became a staff, I journeyed gladly,
This Easter Day.
