The Easter Lily

Easter morn with lilies fair
Fills the church with perfumes rare,
As their clouds of incense rise,
Sweetest offerings to the skies.

Stately lilies pure and white
Flooding darkness with their light,
Bloom and sorrow drifts away,
On this holy hallowed day.

Easter Lilies bending low
in the golden afterglow,
Bear a message from the sod
To the heavenly towers of God.

-Louise Lewin Matthews