The germs of life that silent waited but the call
Of Love Divine to seize upon the gift it proffers,
And to throw back and off, forever, the dark pall.
"And they shall rise again!" Arise to glories bounding
No earth-born vision, and no span of fleeting days,
But, born of depths which life thus far had been but sounding,
The heirs of Heaven's crown and its immortal praise!
"And they shall rise again!" Oh joys of hope eternal!
That though we, weeping, lay them 'neath the heavy sod,
God's angels, guarding now, behold their spring supernal,