“The Loveliest Flower of Easter,” Ensign, Apr. 1997, 11
Easter is flowers—
Usually daffodils, their golden trumpets
Bravely announcing spring;
Rainbows on stems;
Always lilies, looking like angels
In their waxen-white perfection;
Even violets, perhaps,
If you walk out in the woods.
But the loveliest flower of Easter,
Is it not our faith
That life will never end,
That though we die,
We will bloom again?