Beneath their force his strength gives way at last:
Onward we drift—but, lo! o'er heaven's brow
The moon her welcome light, at length, has cast,
Like hope o'er madness, but it tends to show
The life that smiles above, the death that yawns below.
"LAZARUS, COME FORTH."
Thus Jesus spoke—the earth dismayed
Opened its womb;