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 Woo living breath from the lips of death!—

From ashes bring the rose!

Kind God! The bells, in gladness!

The rose of hope hath bloomed!

For, consecrating sadness,

Life hath its own resumed,

And welcomes here the new-born year—

A phœnix, unconsumed!