The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.@Song of Solomon 2:12

Thomas Black­burne, in Hymns and Po­ems for the Sick and Suf­fer­ing, by Tho­mas Vin­cent Fos­be­ry, se­cond ed­i­tion (Lon­don: Riv­ing­tons: 1850), pag­es 269–70, alt.

George F. Root, in The Sun­ny Side, ed­it­ed by Charles W. Wendte and Hen­ry S. Per­kins (New York: Will­iam A. Pond, 1875), page 106 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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George F. Root (1820–1895)

Awake, thou wintry earth!
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Christ is risen!

Wave, woods, your blossoms all,
Grim Death is dead!
Ye weeping funeral trees,
Lift up your head!
Christ is risen!

Come, see the graves are green;
In light, we go
Where now our loved ones rest
In hope below.
Christ is risen!

All is fresh and new,
Full of spring and light:
Cold heart, why wearest hue
Of sleep and night?
Christ is risen!

Leave thy cares beneath;
Leave thy worldly love;
Begin the better life
With God above!
Christ is risen!