Easter Morn
A truth that has long lain buried At Superstition's door, I see, in the dawn uprising In all its strength once more. Hidden away in the darkness, By Ignorance crucified, Crushed under stones of dogmas - Yet lo! it has not died. It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "EACH SOUL IS ITS OWN REDEEMER; THERE IS NO LAW BUT LOVE." And the spirits of men are gladdened As they welcome this Truth re-born With its feet on the grave of Error And its eyes to the Easter Morn.
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"A truth that has long lain buried..."
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