Eternity in heaven is the true Pasch: hence, our Pasch here on earth is the feast of feasts, the solemnity of solemnities.

The human race was dead; it was the victim of that sentence, whereby it was condemned to lie mere dust in the tomb; the gates of life were shut against it.

But see! The Son of God rises from his grave and takes possession of eternal life.

Nor is he the only one that is to die no more, for, as the Apostle teaches us, ‘He is the first-born from the dead’(Col. 1:18).

The Church would, therefore, have us consider ourselves as having already risen with our Jesus, and as having already taken possession of eternal life.

The holy Fathers bid us look on these fifty days of Easter as the image of our eternal happiness.

They are days devoted exclusively to joy; every  sort of sadness is forbidden; and the Church cannot speak to her  divine Spouse without joining to her words that glorious cry of  heaven, the Alleluia, wherewith, as the holy Liturgy says, the streets and squares of the heavenly Jerusalem resound without  ceasing.

We have been forbidden the use of this joyous word during the past nine weeks; it behoved us to die with Christ.

But now that we have risen together with him from the tomb, and that we are resolved to die no more that death which kills the soul and caused our Redeemer to die on the cross, we have a right to our Alleluia.

The providence of God, who has established harmony between the visible world and the supernatural work of grace, willed that the Resurrection of our Lord should take place at that particular season of the year when even Nature herself seems to rise from the grave.

The meadows give forth their verdure, the trees resume  their foliage, the birds fill the air with their songs, and the  sun, the type of our triumphant Jesus, pours out his floods of  light on our earth made new by lovely spring.

[…] Speaking, in the Canticle, to the faithful soul, and inviting her to take her part in this new life  which he is now imparting to every creature, our Lord himself says:

‘Arise, my dove, and come! Winter is now past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers have appeared in our land. The voice of the turtle is heard. The fig-tree hath put forth her green figs.  The vines, in flower, yield their sweet smell. Arise thou, and come!’(Song 10:13).

Prosper Guéranger (1805-1875): The Liturgical Year, tr. Dom Laurence Shepherd, O.S.B., Vol. 6, (Newman Pr., Westminster, Md, 1952).