<h2><SPAN name="page32"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>EASTER MORN</h2>
<p class="poetry">A truth that has long lain buried<br/>
At Superstition’s door,<br/>
I see, in the dawn uprising<br/>
In all its strength once more.</p>
<p class="poetry">Hidden away in the darkness,<br/>
By Ignorance crucified,<br/>
Crushed under stones of dogmas—<br/>
Yet lo! it has not died.</p>
<p class="poetry">It stands in the light transfigured,<br/>
It speaks from the heights above,<br/>
“<i>Each soul is its own redeemer</i>;<br/>
<i>There is no law but Love</i>.”</p>
<p class="poetry">And the spirits of men are gladdened<br/>
As they welcome this Truth re-born<br/>
With its feet on the grave of Error<br/>
And its eyes to the Easter Morn.</p>
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