Released from earthly toil and strife, With thee is hidden still their life; Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers, All thine, and yet most truly ours: For well we know, where'er they be, Our dead are living unto thee. 3. Not spilt like water on the ground, Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound, Not wandering in unknown despair Not left to lie like fallen tree: Not dead, but living unto thee. 4. O Breather into man of breath, O Holder of the keys of death, O Quickener of the life within, Save us from death, the death of sin, Forever living unto thee! JOHN ELLERTON, 1826-1893. |