An Easter Text by Anne Emilie Poulsson

Waiting so long in the earth-dark low,
Flower-seeds, do you but hope, or know,
The glory to which you shall some time grow?

Whether by hope or foreknowledge blest,
Upward and outward the plantlet pressed:
This is the text. Do we need the rest?

Is this your heaven, this world of ours,
Here where you bloom into lovely flowers
After your groping and toilsome hours?

From: https://dvpp.uvic.ca/poems/atalanta/1888/pom_1770_an_easter_text.html

Date: 1888

By: Anne Emilie Poulsson (1853-1939)

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