Quotes from Edna Dean Proctor

The fasts are done; the Aves said; The moon has filled her horn And in the solemn night I watch Before the Easter morn. So pure, so still the starry heaven, So hushed the brooding air, I could hear the sweep of an angel's wings If one should earthward fare.

I think of the garden after the rain; And hope to my heart comes singing, At morn the cherry-blooms will be white, And the Easter bells be ringing!