The hopes and fears, the cares and woes of earth!
Could any doubt remain? Lo! from afar
A sound of “Hallelujah!” ne’er before
Had mortal ear drunk in such heavenly strain,
Save when on Bethlehem’s plain the shepherds heard
The music of the skies!
Behold! behold!
Like white-winged angels rise the radiant throng
That from yon cemetery’s gloomy verge
Have burst, immortal—glorious—undefiled!