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day to see her dead men live — ihey that dwell in 

 the dust of many ages, awake and sing — a dew as 

 the dew of herbs falling upon her graves, and the 

 bodies of the saints that slept issuing forth in the 

 brilhancy of celestial beauty. Then that which 

 was sown in corruption shall be raised in incorrup- 

 tion : that which was sown in dishonour shall be 

 raised in glory : that which was sown in weakness 

 shall be raised in power : that which was sown a 

 poor, vile, natural body, shall be raised a spiritual 

 body, like to the glorious body of Christ, accord- 

 ing to the mighty working whereby he is able to 

 subdue all things — yea, even death, and the grave, 

 and destruction — unto himself. Has he not given 

 us an earnest of this, in the vivid forms that spring 

 on every hand, as we tread the garden and the 

 grove ? Shall we look upon this annual resurrec- 

 tion, and not give .hanks unto him for his great 

 power ? Shall we disdain to acknowledge the be- 

 nevolence of that divine skill which has taken of 

 the common elements, and spread them out into 

 such lovely forms, and tinted them with such re- 

 splendent hues, and finished the delicate pencilling 

 with such exquisite art, and planted them in our 

 daily, hourly path, breathing delicious fragrance ; 

 and, to crown all, bade us consider them how they 

 grow, as an earnest of the tender care that he is 

 pledged to take of us, his obdurate, unthankful 

 children ! 



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