Poganuc People: Their Loves and Lives

by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear form of Jesus lay,

And scattered all the gloom.

"Thence He arose, ascending high,

And showed our feet the way;

Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly

At the great rising day.

"Then let the last loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise;

Awake! ye nations under ground;