82 ARRIVAL OF MORAVIAN MISSIONARIES 
just breaking through the silence of the tomb, ‘I 
am the resurrection and the life, he that believeth in 
me though he were dead yet shall he live,’ the 
sun sprang above the horizon, opening the whole 
temple of the universe, and pouring at once his radi- 
ance upon the breadth of the mountains, into the 
bosom of the valley, upon the countenances of the 
living, along the graves of the dead. At the sight 
of that daily emblem of the Sun of Righteousness 
arising on the nations with healing in his beams, 
the glad multitude lifted up their voices praising — 
God, and singing the triumph of Him, who on the 
morn of his own resurrection ascended up on high, 
led captivity captive, and received gifts for men, 
yea, for the rebellious also, that the Lord God might 
dwell among them, This hath Christianity done for 
an African valley, and this will it do for the rest of 
the dark places of the earth which are yet full of 
the habitations of cruelty and wickedness.” 
“ In distant Europe oft I've long’d to see 
This quiet ‘ Vale of Grace,’ to list the sound 
Of moaning brooks and mellow turtles, round 
The patriarch Schmidt's old consecrated tree ; 
To hear the hymns of solemn melody 
Rising from the sequester’d burial ground ; 
To see the heathen taught—the lost sheep found, 
The blind restored—the long-oppress'd set free. 
All this I’ve witness’d now—and pleasantly 
Its memory shall in my heart remain.” 
During a residence of a few weeks at Groenekloof, 
one of these interesting establishments, intelligence 
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