Rampolli - A Year's Diary of an Old Soul
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He lives! he's risen from the dead!
To every man I shout; His presence over us is spread,
Goes with us in and out.
To each I say it; each apace
His comrades telleth too-- That straight will dawn in every place
The heavenly kingdom new.
Now, to the new mind, first appears
The world a fatherland; A new life men receive, with tears
Of rapture, from his hand.
Down into deepest gulfs of sea
Grim Death hath sunk away; And now each man with holy glee,
Can face his coming day.
The darksome road that he hath gone
Leads out on heaven's floor: Who heeds the counsel of the Son
Enters the Father's door.
Down here weeps no one any more
For friend that shuts his eyes; For, soon or late, the parting sore
Will change to glad surprise.
And now to every friendly deed
Each heart will warmer glow; For many a fold the fresh-sown seed
In lovelier fields will blow.
He lives--will sit beside our hearths,
The greatest with the least; Therefore this day shall be our Earth's
Glad Renovation-feast.