And says—"Young man, I tell thee, rise!" When lo
The dead man lives, and speaks in accents clear!
O, what a tide of ecstasy was thine,
Blest widow, kissing that son's face once more,
Then falling at His feet, who wak'd the dead!
So, at another day, that voice divine
Shall reach all caverns of the grave with power,
And rapture through innum'rous hearts shall spread.