Hilda Conkling

Easter

On Easter morn

Up the faint cloudy sky

I hear the Easter bell,

Ding dong . . . ding dong . . .

Easter morning scatters lilies

On every doorstep;

Easter morning says a glad thing

Over and over.

Poor people, beggars, old women

Are hearing the Easter bell . . .

Ding dong . . . ding dong . . .