When, with bowed head,
And silent-streaming tears,
With mingled hopes and fears,
To earth we yield our dead;
The Saints, with clearer sight,
Do cry in glad accord,—
“A soul released from prison
Is risen, is risen,—
Is risen to the glory of the Lord.”
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THE CLEARER VISION · William Arthur Dunkerley · Poetry Cove