Below is a poem by Charles G.D. Roberts, and a picture from a walk through the woods today which helped me decide on this to post as an Easter poem. I found Roberts on the always edifying Kingdom Poets blog, curated by D.S. Martin. Martin writes that “Sir Charles G.D. Roberts (1860—1943) is often called the father of Canadian literature because he was one of Canada’s first poets to receive international acclaim, and because of the work he did to promote Canadian literature. He was born in New Brunswick, and grew up in Sackville and Fredericton where his father served as a church rector.” He published the poem in 1896.
Daffodil, lily, and crocus,
They stir, they break from the sod,
They are glad of the sun, and they open
Their golden hearts to God.
They, and the wilding families,—
Windflower, violet, may,—
They rise from the long, long dark
To the ecstasy of day.
We, scattering troops and kindreds,
From out of the stars wind-blown
To this wayside corner of space,
This world that we call our own,—
We, of the hedge-rows of Time,
We, too, shall divide the sod,
Emerge to the light, and blossom,
With our hearts held up to God.