Resurrection Morn

No stone is there between thy God and thee;The way before thee lies triumphant, free.Rent is the veil of matter's dark pretense;Seen now as myth, the vacant dream of sense.Truth has prevailed, and immortalityShines forth in glory and tranquillity.Peace is for thee, for thee is ransomed joy;Life is for thee, and Love without alloy.Vanquished for all the cross, the tomb, the thorn;Arise, accept thy resurrection morn.

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