RESURRECTION
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The trumpet of the Judgment shook the night, Dust quickened and was flesh; grave-clothes were shed; With moaning of strong travail and lament, The sea gave up her dead. One, rising from a rotting tomb, beheld The heavens unfold beneath Jehovah’s breath. “Great God!” he cried, “with Thine eternity, Couldst Thou not leave me Death?”