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 Mortal, and yet at the Archangel's voice
 To put on immortality. That call
 Shall one day make the sentient dust rejoice;
 These bodies then shall rise and cast off all
 Corruption, with whate'er of earthly thrall
 Had clogg'd the heavenly image, then set free.
 How then should Death a Christian's heart appal?
 Lo, Heaven for you is open;—enter ye
Children of God, and heirs of his eternity!


 This hope supported Mooma, hand in hand
 When with Yeruti at the grave she stood.
 Less even now of death they understand
 Than of the joys eternal that ensued;
 The bliss of infinite beatitude
 To them had been their teacher's favourite theme
 Wherewith their hearts so fully were imbued
 That it the sole reality might seem,
Life, death, and all things else, a shadow or a dream.