Heaven spread her cloak of blackness
Far across the world last night;
Life with love and hope divining
With its teardrops formed a lining;
And they glistened in the snowy white.
From the hill top in its starkness
Winds blew thru that cloak of darkness
In its chilly dawning flight.
Robe that looked so dark and brooding
O who could know what light it hid?
Silently and softly falling
Speeding ones to laggards calling
Down to earth those teardrops sped.
And this morn in all its splendor,
Pensive white, so sweetly tender
The glad earth raised its vastal head.
Every blade of grass that lifted
Appealing hands up through the snow;
Every branch and tree that quivered
When the winds around them shivered
Now hung passive in a glow.
For the hand of God had given
Peace to earth so newly shriven;
Thus His blessing soothed the penitent, I know.
The winds and waves obey His word;
He calls life from out of earth’s womb.
He clothes the lilies of the field;
He watches o’er the harvest yield;
I can feel His peaceful presence in my room.
And well I know my steps are led
Unto the living, not the dead
For He promised resurrection from the tomb.
– Circa 1927