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And night and morning, since the grass grew green,
I've come to watch. Sometimes I press my lips
Close to the place where they laid down her head,
And call, and tell her that the flowers have come,
And now't is time to wake. See too the seeds
I planted here! seeds of the flowers she loved,
Break the brown mould. But yet she does not come,
Nor answer to my voice."
                                 "She cannot come
To you, on earth, but you shall go to her."

"I go to her!" and his thin hands were clasped
So close, that every bone and sinew seemed
Fast knit together. "Shall I go to her?
Let me go now."
                     Then, with a yearning heart,
I told him of the Book that promiseth
A resurrection, and eternal life
To them who sleep in Jesus,—that the word
Of God's unerring truth could ne'er deceive
The trusting soul, that kept His holy law
Obediently, and his appointed time
With patience waited.
                               "Then I'll wait His time,
And try to do His will, if I may hope,
After this body dies, to rise again,
And live once more with mother."
                                                So he turned
From that low grave, with such a piteous look