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JOHN CHAPMAN, 8, KING WILLIAM STREET,

STRAND.

1856.

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LONDON : PRINTED BY W. CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET,

AND CHARING CROSS.

TO A GRAVE IN ROME,

TO AN IMMORTAL FAME IN ENGLAND,

AND

TO ONE WHO LOVES AND HONOURS

THE GENIUS OF

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY,

I dedicate this poem.

Easter, 1856.

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LET the dead Past be crucified,
The Past for all is full of pain,
Time shall not slay, nor Death divide,
Now Christ the Lord hath risen again.
To-night within the tomb He sleeps,
And hides our sinful lives away;
And all the morrow silent keeps,-
Arise! Oh glorious Easter Day!
The anchor'd Hope of all this Earth
The golden April hours will bring;
Flowers to the woods, to souls new birth,
And to the heart an inner spring.
Who loves not Easter? Holiest time
And radiance of the circling year!
Flow forth to greet my Friend, sweet rhyme,
And henceforth sing it,—doubly dear.

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