LIGHT AND THE EASTER LILIES.
By Llewellyn A. Morrison
BY LLEWELLYN A. MORRISON. God is light, and where He dwelleth
Night or darkness can not be;
Pure, unsullied light dispelleth
Every variant harmony;
By its radiance germs have risen
From the carnal and the clay,—
Burst their bonds, unlocked their prison,
Soared into the realms of day. Every brain may build and brighten
The pure ego in the breast;
Yet the One who doth enlighten
Cometh not alone as Guest,
But abideth, Light and Leader,
Sanctifying word and deed:
Universal Interpleader
For all apprehended need. One with Him—the "Son," most holy,
Put His greatness by, and then
Came and dwelt among the lowly,
Vile and sinful sons of men,—
Took their form and nature on Him,
Shared their burdens, grief, and pain:
All their guilt was laid upon Him—
Every bitterness and bane; In their room and for them dying—
Bearing all their curse and blight:
Lo! He rose, death's power defying,
Winning for them life and light.
Through the rent "Veil" floods the glory—
Light from central light, above:
Easter lilies are a story,
Set in white, of Jesus love.
Toronto, Canada, 1903.