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Rh Borne on an unseen wind to the far throne of God.

And, Mothers, see; O Maidens, look

How the world's Christ stoops down and kisses each.

And listen now and hear their cry,

As, lances raised, they greet their King—

"There is no death . . . There is no death . ..

No death. . ." and comfort you,

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