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CATHAIR FARGUS.
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Pure life with death, and death with life imbued;—
  My centuried splendors crumble 'neath Thine eyes,
Thou Holy One who died upon the Rood!

Therefore, face upward to the Christian heaven,
  I, Fergus, lie: expectant, humble, calm;
Dumb emblem of the faith to me not given;
  The clouds drop chrism, the stars their midnight psalm
Chant over one, who passed away unshriven.

"I am the Resurrection and the Life."
  So from yon mountain graveyard cries the dust
Of child to parent, husband unto wife,
  Consoling, and believing in the Just:—
Christ lives, though all the universe died in strife.

Therefore my granite lips forever pray,
  "O rains, wash out my sin of self abhorred:
O sun, melt thou my heart of stone away,
  Out of Thy plenteous mercy save me, Lord."
And thus I wait till Resurrection-day.