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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.