Mature juvenilia by Ethel Ursula Foran, from her first volume, Poems: A Few Blossoms from the Garden of My Dreams (Montreal: Beauchemin, 1922):
EASTER
The holy Lenten season
At last has passed away.
And to-day we celebrate
Our glorions Easter Day.
"Reserrexit sicut dixit"
The Angels sweetly sing,
And in humble adoration
Pay homage to their King.
"He is risen," Yes, we knew it;
He had but the word to say
And His glorious, sacred Body
Rose from out the tomb that day.
Christ has risen," Alleluia,
Let us all our treasures bring
To the feet of our sweet Savior,
To our dear triumphant King.
Only one sweet tiny treasure
Jesus asks with love divine,
'Tis your heart — then won't you give it
To your risen Lord and mine?
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