"Easter Thoughts"

Dawning awakes and throws across the sky

Bright strands of pink that widen as they spread

And make a pathway for the sleepy sun till he

In rapture paints the waking world in gold.

Below, the pussywillows toss their yellow heads

At early trees, quite golden in the light,

And fresh forsythia vying with the sun;

Even the little dewdrops catch his rays

And sparkle like a million tiny flames

Upon the emerald grass; a voice is hear

Of many twittering birds that welcome with their songs

The dawning—and its symphony in gold.

Perhaps this proves to humans why Christ died;

Perhaps it means that there could be no Death–

Only a temporary night which flees and vanishes

Before a flood of light and golden morning.

Isabel B. Roche, age 11

from the July 1933 St. Nicholas magazine "St. Nicholas League"