Easter Song
Underneath the south wind's breathing,
From the fields the snow has fled;
All the children are rejoicing—
Christ is risen from the dead!
Brooks with happy voices murmur,
Boughs are budding overhead,
All the air is full of bird-songs—
Christ is risen from the dead!
Boys and girls wear festal raiment,
As in May the rose so red;
Hatred from man's heart is banished—
Christ is risen from the dead!
Christ is risen, all Nature tells us;
When, ah! when shall it be said
Of thee also, O my country!
Thou art risen from the dead?
From the fields the snow has fled;
All the children are rejoicing—
Christ is risen from the dead!
Brooks with happy voices murmur,
Boughs are budding overhead,
All the air is full of bird-songs—
Christ is risen from the dead!
Boys and girls wear festal raiment,
As in May the rose so red;
Hatred from man's heart is banished—
Christ is risen from the dead!
Christ is risen, all Nature tells us;
When, ah! when shall it be said
Of thee also, O my country!
Thou art risen from the dead?
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