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 Whate'er befel, Earth is not hell; Now, too, as when it first began, Life is yet life, and man is man. For all that breathe beneath the heaven's high cope, Joy with grief mixes, with despondence hope. Hope conquers cowardice, joy grief; Or at least, faith unbelief. Though dead, not dead; Not gone, though fled; Not lost, though vanished. In the great gospel and true creed, He is yet risen indeed; Christ is yet risen.