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"I am the resurrection, saith
    The Lord, who life can give,
And whosoe'er on me believes,
    Though he were dead, shall live."

Beside the narrow pit they stood,
    Grooved mid the verdure deep,
And while the children bent to see
    Where the fair babe should sleep,—

Forth burst a glorious triumph-strain,
    As if from heaven it prest,
The welcome of the seraph-train
    To some accepted guest:—

The welcome of the harps that praise
    Jehovah, night and day,
To one that early 'scaped the snares
    Of sinful, mortal clay.

Faith stood among the fragrant flowers
    That decked the burial-sod,
And cheerful gave the new-born soul
    Back to its Father, God.

While Music, with her angel-voice
    So quelled affliction's tide,
That even upon the parent's cheek
    The starting tear was dried.