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 We ceased: a gentler feeling crept Upon us: surely rest is meet: 'They rest,' we said, 'their sleep is sweet,' And silence follow'd, and we wept.

Our voices took a higher range; Once more we sang: 'They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy, Nor change to us, although they change;

Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power, yet the same, Pierces the keen seraphic flame From orb to orb, from veil to veil.

Rise, happy morn, rise holy morn, Draw forth the cheerful day from night: O Father! touch the east, and light The light that shone when Hope was born.'