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Bold was the man who ventured to declare
“There is no death!”—when every day which fled
Murmured, “I carry with me hosts of dead
And pour their souls forth on the soulless air:”
When every sunrise whispered of despair,
Saying, “Ere to-night thou also mayest be led
Along the path thy parents had to tread,
Who heard no voice, nor saw the sunlight there.”
“There is no death!”—when every day which fled
Murmured, “I carry with me hosts of dead
And pour their souls forth on the soulless air:”
When every sunrise whispered of despair,
Saying, “Ere to-night thou also mayest be led
Along the path thy parents had to tread,
Who heard no voice, nor saw the sunlight there.”
Bold was the man who ventured in the face
Of the clear certainty that all things die
To announce an endless life beyond death's gloom:
To cry, “There is a God of love and grace;
There is for each an immortality;
There is a power that can unseal the tomb.”
Of the clear certainty that all things die
To announce an endless life beyond death's gloom:
To cry, “There is a God of love and grace;
There is for each an immortality;
There is a power that can unseal the tomb.”
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