Always Easter

You say it happened long ago

And in a far-off land

Where men and women spoke a tongue

I would not understand,

That centuries have come and gone

Since that triumphant day,

And that the garden where He walked

Is half a world away.

He walks in every garden, friend;

And every rock-sealed tomb

Opens 'neath His shining hand

As springtime flowers bloom.

For every dawn is Easter dawn:

On every sunrise hill

The earthbound glimpse eternity

And meet the Master still.

Grace V. Watkins