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| OVER earth awakes a whirring, | |
| And a rustling, and a stirring, | |
| Trumpet-voices fill the skies: | |
| “Lo, they call us. Brothers, rise!” | |
| “No. The darkness holds unshaken. | 5 |
| I will sleep, and not awaken. | |
| Do not rouse me. Do not call. | |
| Do not strike the coffin-wall.” | |
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| “Now you dare not sleep. Resounding | |
| Sternly, the last trump is sounding. | 10 |
| They are rising from the tomb. | |
| As from the maternal womb | |
| Of the opened earth forth-flinging, | |
| From their graves the dead are springing.” | |
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| “No, I cannot. All unuttered | 15 |
| My words died. My eyes are shuttered. | |
| I shall not believe their lies. | |
| I shall not, I cannot rise! | |
| Brother,—I am ashamed and shrinking,— | |
| Dust, corruption,—rotting, stinking!” | 20 |
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| “Brother, God has seen our prison. | |
| All shall wake, and all be risen. | |
| All shall yet be judged by Him. | |
| Cherubim and seraphim | |
| High the holy Throne are bearing! | 25 |
| Here our heavenly King is faring. | |
| Brother, he must live who dies. | |
| Glad or grieving, thou shalt rise.” | |
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