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OD of the living, in whose eyes Unveiled thy whole creation lies, All souls are thine; we must not say That those are dead who pass away: From this our world of flesh set free, We know them living unto thee.
Released from earthly toil and strife,
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.
Not spilt like water on the ground,
Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound.
Not wandering in unknown despair
Beyond thy voice, thine arm, thy care,
Not left to lie like fallen tree:
Not dead, but living unto thee.
O Breather into man of breath,
O Quickener of the life within,
JOHN ELLERton, 1826-1893.