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 The heavenly breath

Of life for death.

Oh, spirit folded in thy sleep,

Oh, soul long buried fathoms deep

Beneath the old

Material mould,

Fling off the load that, year by year,

Has veiled thy sight and dulled thine ear;

And as the lark

Doth, soaring, hark

To heavenly sounds, so hearken thou

To that low voice that calleth now

Across the dark.

Oh, wake and hark,

The night goes fast! Oh, wake and pray, For 't is the dawn of Easter day,

When heaven doth lift

Above the drift