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POEMS.
He fell not by pestilence, famine, or sword,
The dart from Death's quiver was, "Thus saith the Lord:"
All power of the tyrant was broken and slain
By Him who once died, but now liveth again.
The dart from Death's quiver was, "Thus saith the Lord:"
All power of the tyrant was broken and slain
By Him who once died, but now liveth again.
For us in life's desert, life's wilderness road,
From the bare, flinty rock hath no crystal stream flowed?
Hath no rod of chastisement budded and blown?
Through no burning bush hath our Father's face shone?
From the bare, flinty rock hath no crystal stream flowed?
Hath no rod of chastisement budded and blown?
Through no burning bush hath our Father's face shone?
Then let the stern messenger come when he will,
On land or broad ocean, in valley, on hill;
We'll welcome the mandate to Moses once given,
Yield flesh to the dust, and the spirit to heaven.
On land or broad ocean, in valley, on hill;
We'll welcome the mandate to Moses once given,
Yield flesh to the dust, and the spirit to heaven.
