Resurrection

Trust gives eweet peace to every living thing: The wavering robin thnt in space has flown Finds its safe nest ; the gena of roses sown Waita eure in darkness for the touch of spring; Tbe tendrils of the ivy bllndly cling, Stretching thir brown threads toward the wall untnown To flnd a place secure, where, spito the moan Of rushing winds, they hang tillsoft airs sing. We who lovo life fear most tho mystic death, Yet we in dcath the selfsame life shall live- This very life we know- but glorifled. And the fair temple which now holds oui breath Shall simply take the glory seraphs give, Eenew its joya and say, "I hare not died."