Each daffodil has a Golden Horn,
To greet The Saviour on this Easter Morn.
A Message of Golden Light they bring,
As merrily they dane and swing!
Swaying gaily in the breeze,
Their heads they lift towards the trees.
Searching the Heavens for a sight,
Of The One Who is The Light!
Each blossom has burst forth from a dull, brown corm,
As Jesus burst from the grave on the first Easter Morn.
In house, or garden, field, or glen,
Their trumpets golden are wide open!
Decorating church, or chapel,
Stems of green their Golden heads dapple.
What lovelier carpet for His Feet on the mountains,
Than Golden daffodils near river, or fountain?