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Dead art thou? No more dead than was the maid
  Over whose couch the saving God did stand—
“She is not dead but sleepeth,” said,
  And took her by the hand!

Thee knowledge never from Life’s pathway wiled,
  But following still where life’s great father led,
He turned, and taking up his child,
  Raised thee too from the dead,

O living, thou hast passed thy second birth,
  Found all things new, and some things lovely strange;
But thou wilt not forget the earth,
  Or in thy loving change!