So we forget? The streets bloom gay With festive garments, many hued; And man and maid laugh down the way With all the joy of life imbued. Respite from toil, surcease from care Lend gladness to a merry voice, As brother cries to brother there, "Let us rejoice." Do we forget? The garden blooms; Joy beckons from the sunlit hill, Where now no triple shadow looms To cast o`er all the earth a chill. This day is made for carefree souls! For holiday! For Eastertide! ... Yet, thro` it all a bell still tolls For One Who died.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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