The hour has come to pour the Easter wine
Upon the altar. Let its red flow bright
Upon the altar cloth, the brilliant white
That ever tombs a sainted relic mine.
The hour has come to free the prisoned Host.
Lift up your tongues, and let its message rest
In whiteness on their red. The holy test
Has been fulfilled. Christ has surpassed His boast!
The shrouded skies have lost their deadliness;
The sepulchre surrendered its chaste prey.
White chimes are tinkling immortality.
His hour has come Who walked upon the sea.
His hour has flamed, exalted by duress.
The Risen Christ proclaims it Easter Day!
Evelyn Coffey
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