The Epiphany Hymn Rings Haste

Incarnational hope hastens hence on bud, breeze, and blossom grieving rynds banished in lilac scents. Hark, the Epiphany Hymn rings haste from its loveliest biding-place. A lavish breach of winter’s curt hard sword an ardent repudiation of death’s dark pall the out-viening sun of the Christus Lord. Hark, the Epiphany hymn rings haste From its loveliest biding-place At the refectory …