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AND he is risen? Well, be it so. / And still the pensive lands complain, / And dead men wait as long ago, / As if, much doubting, they would know / What they are ransomed from, before / They pass again their sheltering door.
I stand amid them in the rain, / While blusters vex the yew and vane; / And on the road the weary wain / Plods forward, laden heavily; / And toilers with their aches are fain / For endless rest-though risen is he.