Easter 2017

I greet Thy sepulchre, salute Thy grave,

That blest enclosure, where the angels gave

The first glad tidings of Thy early light,

And resurrection from the earth and night.

I see that morning in Thy convert’s tears,

Fresh as the dew, which but this dawning wears.

I smell her spices; and her ointment yields

As rich a scent as the now primros’d fields:

The Day-star smiles, and light, with the deceased,

Now shines in all the chambers of the East.

...Henry Vaughan image