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Mortal, and yet at the Archangel's voice To put on immortality. That call Shall one day make the sentient dust rejoice; These bodies then shall rise and cast off all Corruption, with whate'er of earthly thrall Had clogg'd the heavenly image, then set free. How then should Death a Christian's heart appal? Lo, Heaven for you is open;—enter ye Children of God, and heirs of his eternity!

This hope supported Mooma, hand in hand When with Yeruti at the grave she stood. Less even now of death they understand Than of the joys eternal that ensued; The bliss of infinite beatitude To them had been their teacher's favourite theme Wherewith their hearts so fully were imbued That it the sole reality might seem, Life, death, and all things else, a shadow or a dream.