RESURRECTION!
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To-day, a cloud is in the air;
A vail across the sunshine drifts
Whose sombre shadow scarcely lifts
To show the promise hiding there.
A vail across the sunshine drifts
Whose sombre shadow scarcely lifts
To show the promise hiding there.
A nation's sorrow, still and deep
And darkly wrapped in shroud and pall,
Brings mourning to the hearts of all,
And tears from eyes unused to weep.
And darkly wrapped in shroud and pall,
Brings mourning to the hearts of all,
And tears from eyes unused to weep.
What blame, if for a little space
We cannot pierce the gathered gloom,
Nor look beyond the open tomb,
But only watch the pale, dead face;
We cannot pierce the gathered gloom,
Nor look beyond the open tomb,
But only watch the pale, dead face;
What blame, if shrinking from the blow,
The pleasant paths of life should seem
But some false fading fleeting dream,—
And change be writ on all below.
The pleasant paths of life should seem
But some false fading fleeting dream,—
And change be writ on all below.
But not for long; the dread shall cease
And laugh our broken faith to scorn,
For us in some fair dawning morn,
For him in God's eternal peace.
And laugh our broken faith to scorn,
For us in some fair dawning morn,
For him in God's eternal peace.
