Easter

by Hilda Conkling
On Easter morn
Up the faint cloudy sky
I hear the Easter bell,
Ding dong … ding dong …
Easter morning scatters lilies
On every doorstep;
Easter morning says a glad thing
Over and over.
Poor people, beggars, old women
Are hearing the Easter bell …
Ding dong … ding dong …
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