When, with bowed head,
And silent-streaming tears,
With mingled hopes and fears,
To earth we yield our dead;
The Saints, with clearer sight,
Do cry in glad accord,–
“_A soul released from prison
Is risen, is risen,–
Is risen to the glory of the Lord_.”
(John Oxenham)
More Poetry from John Oxenham:
John Oxenham Poems based on Topics: Sense & Perception, Success, Fear- Kapiolani (John Oxenham Poems)
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- The Ballad of Lost Souls (John Oxenham Poems)
- The Gate (John Oxenham Poems)
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