[Written for the Sentinel]

"He is risen"

Mourner, look! He standeth near thee—Life itself can never die;In that dark and gloomy cavern,But his folded garments lie.

Morning light in full effulgenceShines upon the way he trod;Lift thine eyes from earth to heaven,Seeing always only God.

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