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He is dead! He is dead!
They with tears exclaimed,
And in royal clothes of mourning
They hid their heads in shame.
But lo! See the flowers,
How they bloom and grow,
Not wilting as the dead may do
But in their glory show:
Their colors shine like diamond hues
All across once-barren fields,
And though cruel winter takes their lives
They return with higher yields.
So too he has succumbed to death,
And we tremble in the cold,
But when he is restored to life
The land shall bloom like old.
And thus in death his ever-glory
Will come to pass as might,
And Mistress Time will heal all
As has been destined right.
So take heart, take heed,
And let not despair consume your soul
For what has passed as wicked once
Will for all be all restored.
The tears that fall over death's cruel grasp
Shall transform into tears of joy,
For where he has trodden, we will pass
And never be destroyed.
The sick will heal, the lame will walk
And dance from street to street
The blind will see, the dumb shall talk
In glad reveries.
The wicked one shall die for once --
And her death shall be no sorrow.
For where there was pain, now joy revels
And Mistress Time brings on tomorrow.
So let us quit with mourning
And let our souls fly free.
He is love! He is lord!
Our eternal majesty!
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