Holy Saturday

(after Giosue Carducci) Yes, even youth seems new, this shiny day of joy. It's April, clean and green and clear! The bells are clanging, merrily, all the way to far-off hills, proclaiming Easter's here. Their echoes throng the vale, and seem to say, "We've seen off dark and fog for one more year!" The night is put to flight by smiling day - Farewell to stew and broth - bring wine and beer! We owe all this to our Unconquered Sun. He's flooding back with warmth and life and light. He promised us that He would win the fight and, even when it seemed that Dark had won, and He was at His weakest, spat on, shunned, we never doubted Him. And weren't we right?