Released from earthly toil and strife, Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers, 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 Beyond thy voice, thine arm, thy care, 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. |