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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Easter Day, II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So in the sinful streets, abstracted and alone,<br>I with my secret self held communing of mine own.<br>So in the southern city spake the tongue<br>Of one that somewhat overwildly sung,<br>But in a later hour I sat and heard<br>Another voice that spake another graver word.<br>Weep not, it bade, whatever hath been said,<br>Though He be dead, He is not dead.<br>In the true creed<br>He is yet risen indeed;<br>Christ is yet risen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not beside His tomb,<br>Ye women unto whom<br>He was great comfort and yet greater grief;<br>Nor ye, ye faithful few that wont with Him to roam,<br>Seek sadly what for Him ye left, go hopeless to your home;<br>Nor ye despair, ye sharers yet to be of their belief;<br>Though He be dead, He is not dead,<br>Nor gone, though fled,<br>Not lost, though vanished;<br>Though He return not, though<br>He lies and moulders low;<br>In the true creed<br>He is yet risen indeed;<br>Christ is yet risen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sit if ye will, sit down upon the ground,<br>Yet not to weep and wail, but calmly look around.<br>Whate’er befel,<br>Earth is not hell;<br>Now, too, as when it first began,<br>Life is yet life, and man is man.<br>For all that breathe beneath the heaven’s high cope,<br>Joy with grief mixes, with despondence hope.<br>Hope conquers cowardice, joy grief;<br>Or at least, faith unbelief.<br>Though dead, not dead;<br>Not gone, though fled;<br>Not lost, though vanished.<br>In the great gospel and true creed,<br>He is yet risen indeed;<br>Christ is yet risen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q>
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