Easter Dawn

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Title:     Easter Dawn
Author: Frances Ridley Havergal [More Titles by Havergal]

IT is too calm to be a dream,
Too gravely sweet, too full of power,
Prayer changed to praise this very hour!

Yes, heard and answered! though it seem
Beyond the hope of yesterday,
Beyond the faith that dared to pray,
Yet not beyond the love that heard,
And not beyond the faithful word
On which each trembling prayer may rest,
And win the answer truly best

Yes, heard and answered! sought and found!
I breathe a golden atmosphere
Of solemn joy, and seem to hear
Within, above, and all around,
The chime of deep cathedral bells,
An early herald peal that tells
A glorious Easter tide begun;
While yet are sparkling in the sun
Large raindrops of the night storm passed,
And days of Lent are gone at last.

Written in pencil the early dawn of her last Easter Day, April 1879.

[The end]
Frances Ridley Havergal's poem: Easter Dawn

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