Henry Vaughn (1621-1695)

Easter Day Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies low, Whose cloudy breast cold damps invade, Who never feels the Sun, nor smooths thy brow, But sits oppressed in the shade, Awake, awake! And in his Resurrection partake, Who, on this day (that thou might rise as he) Rose up, and cancelled two deaths due to thee. Awake, awake: and like the Sun, disperse All mists that would usurp this day;Where are thy Palms, thy branches, and thy verse?…