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The Resurrection
The dead! the dead! they throw their grave clothes by,And burst the prisons where they long have lain;
I hear them send their shouts of triumph high,
For he the king of terrors now is slain;
I see them; see! the dumb have found a voice;
The lame are leaping where they crawled before;
The blind with eyes of wonder see rejoice;
The deaf stand listening to the glad uproar;
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Hark! each the other welcomes to his home;
There are no tones of chilling breath to freeze,
No tears are dropt, no sufferers here can moan;
The joy of love o'er every feature plays,
And every new-born child rejoices in its rays.
Poem No. 488; late 1838–early 1839
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