111. Easter (Fannie Isabelle Sherrick)
Ring out, ye bells, sweet Easter bells
Tengo que agradecerle a Washington que la Pascua (¡Florida!) se haya convertido en mi fiesta favorita. La explosión primaveral hace de estas fiestas todo un cántico de las criaturas: se oyen trompetas por todas partes.
Estuve en Baltimore en la Vigilia, donde aún celebran la Misa Usus Antiquior (4 horas y media) pero he vuelto el domingo a la de St. Ann’s, que es gloriosa, en todo sentido, con toda la belleza litúrgica del Novus Ordo.
En casa hemos continuado la tradición de jugar croquet el domingo de Pascua y V. ha consolidado su corona de ya varios años.
Me he cruzado por ahí con una con una cita de Jaroslav Pelikan: “if Christ is risen, nothing else matters. And if Christ is not risen—nothing else matters.” ¡Buen recordatorio!
EASTER
Fannie Isabelle Sherrick
Let all the flowers wake to life;
Let all the songsters sing;
Let everything that lives on earth
Become a joyous thing.
Wake up, thou pansy, purple-eyed,
And greet the dewy spring;
Swell out, ye buds, and o’er the earth
Thy sweetest fragrance fling.
Why dost thou sleep, sweet violet?
The earth has need of thee;
Wake up and catch the melody
That sounds from sea to sea.
Ye stars, that dwell in noonday skies,
Shine on, though all unseen;
The great White Throne lies just beyond,
The stars are all between.
Ring out, ye bells, sweet Easter bells,
And ring the glory in;
Ring out the sorrow, born of earth—
Ring out the stains of sin.
O banners wide, that sweep the sky,
Unfurl ye to the sun;
And gently wave about the graves
Of those whose lives are done.
Let peace be in the hearts that mourn—
Let “Rest” be in the grave;
The Hand that swept these lives away
Hath power alone to save.
Ring out, ye bells, sweet Easter bells,
And ring the glory in;
Ring out the sorrow, born of earth—
Ring out the stains of sin.