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MORTALITY.

We live within a prison, which we call
Mortality. Its massive walls and roof
Against the eternal light of Heaven are proof.
In utter darkness it enclosed us all,
Till One arose, our hopes to disenthral;
The Son of God and man, who broke a way
Up through the roof to Heaven; and thence a ray
Does ever since upon the darkness fall.
And they who see it wait in hope the day
When, at the sounding of the trump of might,
The roof and walls shall vanish all away
That hide the heavenly glories from our sight;—
When life shall fling aside its bonds of clay,
And darkness shall be swallowed up of light.