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Easter Poems

Poems about Easter

Easter Poetry and more

Are you looking for special Easter poems? We have some classic poetry from a variety of poets. Below you will find a large collection of classic and religious poems, quotes and verses to put inside your greeting card. Moreover, there are some cute poems for children.

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Modern Easter Poetry
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Spring at the Church
by Ann Worrall

If you should hear a cuckoo sing
Or see a swallow on the wing
You may just see a tiny mouse
Awake from slumbers in his house

You may just see the rain and showers
Softly drenching waving flowers
And Busy Bees commence their search
For nectar all around the church

And the tiny primrose wants 'her say'
And all because of 'Primrose Day'
And Daffodils stand tall and proud
To announce our special 'Easter-tide'.

Copyright Ann Worrall, 2014
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Classic Easter Poetry

There is a Green Hill Far Away
by Cecil Frances Alexander

There is a green hill far away,
Beyond the city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we can not tell,
What pains he had to bear;
We believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
He died that we might be forgiven;
He died to make us good,
That we might go to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin,
He only could unlock the gate,
Of heaven and let us in.
O dearly, dearly, He has loved,
We must love Him too,
Trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.

Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-1895) was a hymn-writer and poet.

This is My Father's World
by Maltbie D. Babcock

The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof . . . Psalm 24:1

This is my Father's world:
And to my listening ears
All nature sing and 'round me rings
The music of the spheres
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world:
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker's praise
This is my Father's world:
He shines in all that's fair:
In the rustling grass
I hear Him pass
He speaks to me every where
This is my Father's world:
O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
The Battle is not done;
Jesus who died shall be satisfied
And earth and heaven be one.

Maltbie Davenport Babcock (1858 - 1901) was an American clergyman.

Easter Zunday
by William Barnes

Last Easter Jim put on his blue
Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new;
Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass,
That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass;
An' pok'd 'ithin the button-hole
A tutty he'd a-begg'd or stole.
A span-new wes-co't, too, he wore,
Wi' yellow stripes all down avore;

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Holy Thursday: Is this a Holy Thing to See
by William Blake

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and fruitful land,
Babes reduc'd to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!
And their sun does never shine,
And their fields are bleak and bare,
And their ways are fill'd with thorns:
It is eternal winter there.
For where-e'er the sun does shine,
And where-e'er the rain does fall,
Babe can never hunger there,
Nor poverty the mind appall.

William Blake (1757 - 1827) was an English poet.

A banner: Happy Easter

Holy Thursday: 'Twas on a Holy Thursday
by William Blake

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green,
Grey-headed beadles walk'd before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames' waters flow.
O what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town!
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among.
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor;
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

William Blake (1757 - 1827) was an English poet.

by George Herbert

Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may'st rise:
That, as his death calcin?d thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.

Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art,
The cross taught all wood to resound his name
Who bore the same.
His stretch?d sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.

Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
And multiplied
Oh let thy bless?d Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.

George Herbert (1593 - 1633) was a Welsh-born English poet and Anglican priest.

Easter Song
by George Herbert

I Got me flowers to straw Thy way,
I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou wast up by break of day,
And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee.

The sunne arising in the East,
Though he give light, and th' East perfume,
If they should offer to contest
With Thy arising, they presume.

Can there be any day but this,
Though many sunnes to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we misse:
There is but one, and that one ever.

George Herbert (1593 - 1633) was a Welsh-born English poet and Anglican priest.

Easter Week
by Charles Kingsley

See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows.
Earth with heaven above rejoices;
Fields and gardens hail the spring;
Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices,
While the wild birds build and sing.

You, to whom your Maker granted
Powers to those sweet birds unknown,
Use the craft by God implanted;
Use the reason not your own.
Here, while heaven and earth rejoices,
Each his Easter tribute bring-
Work of fingers, chant of voices,
Like the birds who build and sing.

Charles Kingsley (1819 - 1875) was an English priest of the Church of England and novelist.

A Song of Duty
by Denis A. McCarthy

Sorrow comes and sorrow goes;
Life is flecked with shine and shower;
Now the tear of grieving flows,
Now we smile in happy hour;
Death awaits us, every one-
Toiler, dreamer, preacher, writer-
Let us then, ere life be done,
Make the world a little brighter!

Burdens that our neighbors bear,
Easier let us try to make them;
Chains perhaps our neighbors wear,
Let us do our best to break them.
From the straitened hand and mind,
Let us loose the binding fetter,
Let us, as the Lord designed,
Make the world a little better!

Selfish brooding sears the soul,
Fills the mind with clouds of sorrow,
Darkens all the shining goal
Of the sun-illumined morrow;
Wherefore should our lives be spent
Daily growing blind and blinder-
Let us, as the Master meant,
Make the world a little kinder!

Denis Aloysius McCarthy (1871-1931)


Easter Night
by Alice Meynell

All night had shout of men, and cry
Of woeful women filled His way;
Until that noon of sombre sky
On Friday, clamour and display
Smote Him; no solitude had He,
No silence, since Gethsemane.
Public was Death; but Power, but Might,
But Life again, but Victory,
Were hushed within the dead of night,
The shutter'd dark, the secrecy.
And all alone, alone, alone,
He rose again behind the stone.

Alice Christiana Gertrude Thompson Meynell (1847 - 1922) was an English writer and poet.

Easter Bells
Edna Dean Proctor

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!

Edna Dean Proctor (1827-1923) was an American poet.

Easter Morning
by 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.

Edna Dean Proctor (1827-1923) was an American poet.

by Lydia H. Sigourney

Prayer is the dew of faith,
Its raindrop, night and day,
That guards its vital power from death
When cherished hopes decay,
And keeps it mid this changeful scene,
A bright, perennial evergreen.
Good works, of faith the fruit,
Should ripen year by year,
Of health and soundness at the root
And evidence sincere.
Dear Savior, grant thy blessing free
And make our faith no barren tree.

Lydia Huntley Sigourney (1791 - 1865) was an American poet.

by Edmund Spenser

Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,
Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;
And, having harrowd hell, didst bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win:
This joyous day, deare Lord, with joy begin;
And grant that we, for whom thou diddest dye,
Being with Thy deare blood clene washt from sin,
May live for ever in felicity!

And that Thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love Thee for the same againe;
And for Thy sake, that all lyke deare didst buy,
With love may one another entertayne!
So let us love, deare Love, lyke as we ought,
--Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599) was an English poet.

Easter eggs

Easter Day
by Evaleen Stein

Christ the Lord is risen today!
Angels rolled the stone away
From the tomb wherein He lay!
Little children, come and sing,
"Glory, glory to the King,
Christ the Lord of everything!"

Evaleen Stein (1863-1923) was an American poet and writer.

The Cross
by William B. Tappan

Symbol of shame--mysterious sign
Of groans, and agonies and blood,
Hail, pledge of love and peace divine
From God.

Symbol of hope to those that stray,--
The pilgrim's step is led to thee;
Star of the soul thou guid'st the way
To Calvary.

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by Katharine Tynan

Bring flowers to strew His way,
Yea, sing, make holiday;
Bid young lambs leap,
And earth laugh after sleep.

For now He cometh forth
Winter flies to the north,
Folds wings and cries
Amid the bergs and ice.

Yea, Death, great Death is dead,
And Life reigns in his stead;
Cometh the Athlete
New from dead Death's defeat.

Cometh the Wrestler,
But Death he makes no stir,
Utterly spent and done,
And all his kingdom gone.

Katharine Tynan (1859 - 1931) was an Irish-born writer.

Palm Sunday
by Henry Vaughan

Hark! how the children shrill and high
Hosanna cry,
Their joys provoke the distant sky,
Where thrones and sersaphims reply,
And their own angels shine and sing
In a bright ring:
Such young, sweet mirth
Makes heaven and earth
Join in a joyful symphony.

Henry Vaughan (1621 -1695) was a Welsh author and poet.

Easter Day
by Oscar Wilde

The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest.
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.

Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (1854 - 1900) was an Irish writer and poet.

Easter Poems for Children

Two baby rabbits

Peter Cottontail
by Beatrix Potter

Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Easter's on its way.
Bringin' every girl and boy Baskets full of Easter joy,
Things to make your Easter bright and gay.
He's got jelly beans for Tommy,
Colored eggs for sister Sue,
There's an orchid for your Mommy
And an Easter bonnet, too.
Oh, here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Happy Easter day.
Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Look at him stop,
And listen to him say:
"Try to do the things you should."
Maybe if you're extra good,
He'll roll lots of Easter eggs your way.
You'll wake up on Easter morning
And you'll know that he was there
When you find those choc'late bunnies
That he's hiding ev'rywhere.
Oh, here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Happy Easter day.

Beatrix Potter (1866 -1943) was an English author and illustrator.

Easter Eggs
by Evaleen Stein

Seven little nests of hay
We have made, for Easter day
Is to-morrow, and you know
We must have them ready, so
When the Rabbit comes she'll see
We expected her, that we
Children tried our very best
Each to make the nicest nest.

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by Evaleen Stein

"Peep! Peep! Peep!" Poor little chick!
Little cry so weak and small,
Meadow grass so tall and thick,
And the clover tufts so tall!
Little heart in sore distress,
Longing for the mother wing;
Through the weedy wilderness
Searching for its sheltering!

Evaleen Stein (1863-1923) was an American poet and writer.

by Evaleen Stein

When we went to drive the cows home
Down the lane to-day,
There was such a funny bunny
Jumped across the way!
All we saw as he ran past us,
Faster than a quail,
Was his snow-white fuzzy-wuzzy
Little cotton tail.

Evaleen Stein (1863-1923) was an American poet and writer.

Three cute chicken


Short Quotes about Easter

A collction of short quotes and Bible Verses: Easter Quotes

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About Easter

Easter is a Christian festival celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ on the third day after his crucifixion as described in the Holy Bible. The crucifiction - the day of Jesus' death - is counted as the first day, so on Easter Sunday Christians all over the world celebrate the resurrection of Jesus.