‘Tis Anguish grander than Delight
‘Tis Resurrection Pain —
The meeting Bands of smitten Face
We questioned to, again.
‘Tis Transport wild as thrills the Graves
When Cerements let go
And Creatures clad in Miracle
Go up by Two and Two.
‘Tis Anguish grander than Delight
‘Tis Resurrection Pain —
The meeting Bands of smitten Face
We questioned to, again.
‘Tis Transport wild as thrills the Graves
When Cerements let go
And Creatures clad in Miracle
Go up by Two and Two.
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