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 And all that thou canst have.
For Christ to thy dark gates went down,
 And rent the vail in twain;
And gleams of glory, else unseen,
 Point where He rose again.

Room for thy kindred dust, O Earth!
 The casket of the soul;
Room for a little while, and then
 Resign thy proud control.
Death! where is thy boasted power
 That break's Life's three-fold cord,
When the freed spirit upward soars
 To meet her risen Lord?

Take, then, the garment of our loved,
 Still precious for her sake;
But glorious shall that garment be
 When Christ shall bid her wake.
The faded form thou dost enfold,
 On which we weeping gazed,
Shall lose each stain of Earth, and be
 In incorruption raised.