You say it happened long ago
 And in a far off land
 Where men and women spoke a tongue
 I would not understand
 That centuries have come and gone
 Since that triumphant day
 And that the garden where he walked
 Is half a world away.

 He walks in every garden, friend
 And every rock-sealed tomb
 Opens 'neath His shining hand
 As springtime flowers bloom.
 For every dawn is Easter dawn
 On every sunrise hill
 The earthbound glimpse eternity
 And meet the Master still.

 by Grace Watkins