Her Easter Song

                                            Sonnet To Miss Bessie C. Sherman, Alto

The lilies beautified the holy place;

Above them smiled the singer’s queenly face.

The organ prelude swelled, then dipped along, –

She rose to sing her charming Easter song.

And melody of rare and Heavenly grace

Poured from her lips and filled the hallowed place.

The old, old story was rehearsed once more,

But sweeter than e’er was told before;

And glad the day, and did the earth rejoice,

The while it heard in song – her magic voice.

“Ah! would that glorious Eastertide were here

Each Sabbath day in all the coming year,”

Echoed my heart, “if only she would sing

Her Easter song, her matchless offering.”

Prospect St. Church,                       March 26, 1894

1893

          Pub. in Camb. Chronicle, Apr. 21, ‘94