’Twas a Bluebird Told the Story

’Twas a blue­bird told the sto­ry

On his way from Heav’n this morn

As he paused be­neath my win­dow

’Mong the blos­soms of the thorn:

Hark! to you I bear the sto­ry

Weary ones who wake with pain

Christ in­deed

in­deed is ris­en

Doubting ones

He lives again!

It was star­light soft and ten­der

Yet the east was flushed with rose

And the wea­ry world was wak­ing

From the calm of its re­pose.

I could hear that won­drous mes­sage

Whispered soft­ly o’er the plain

Till the li­ly bells were chim­ing

Christ is ris’n! He lives again!

’Twas a blue­bird told the sto­ry

On his way from Heav’n this morn

As he paused be­neath my win­dow

’Mong the blos­soms of the thorn.

Oh

that mes­sage

sweet and ho­ly!

Tirèd souls

for­get your pain;

Christ in­deed for you is ris­en

Doubting hearts

He lives again!