See the land, her Easter keeping, <br />Rises as her Maker rose. <br />Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, <br />Burst at last from winter snows. <br />Earth with heaven above rejoices; <br />Fields and gardens hail the spring; <br />Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, <br />While the wild birds build and sing. <br /> <br />You, to whom your Maker granted <br />Powers to those sweet birds unknown, <br />Use the craft by God implanted; <br />Use the reason not your own. <br />Here, while heaven and earth rejoices, <br />Each his Easter tribute bring- <br />Work of fingers, chant of voices, <br />Like the birds who build and sing.<br /><br />Charles Kingsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easter-week/
