Bring flowers to strew His way, <br />Yea, sing, make holiday; <br />Bid young lambs leap, <br />And earth laugh after sleep. <br /> <br />For now He cometh forth <br />Winter flies to the north, <br />Folds wings and cries <br />Amid the bergs and ice. <br /> <br />Yea, Death, great Death is dead, <br />And Life reigns in his stead; <br />Cometh the Athlete <br />New from dead Death's defeat. <br /> <br />Cometh the Wrestler, <br />But Death he makes no stir, <br />Utterly spent and done, <br />And all his kingdom gone.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easter-5/
