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The trumpet of the Judgment shook the night, / Dust quickened and was flesh; grave-clothes were shed; / With moaning of strong travail and lament, / The sea gave up her dead.
One, rising from a rotting tomb, beheld / The heavens unfold beneath Jehovah's breath. / "Great God! " he cried, "with Thine eternity, / Couldst Thou not leave me Death? "