Easter morn with lilies fair,
Fills the church with perfumes rare.
As their clouds of incense rise,
sweetest offerings to the skies.
Stately lilies, pure and white,
flooding darkness with their light.
Bloom and sorrow drift away,
on this holy hallow’d day.
Easter Lilies bending low,
in the golden afterglow,
Bear a message from the sod
To the heavenly towers of God.
-Louise Lewin Matthews