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29.

[I bow me to my God's decree]

Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. —iii. 19.

I bow me to my God's decree,
I own the sentence just,
(The sentence of mortality,)
And dust return to dust:
Yet quicken'd by the trumpet's sound,
This dust again shall rise,
Beyond the old creation bound,
And shine above the skies.