Let all the jubilant sounds of earth swing up in one resonant wave of triumphant song.Let us robe ourselves in the sunny gladness of a hope so bright--the hope that defies death, and reaches across all the breadth of graves, and clasps the hand of an immortal friend, and says through any hour of sorrow, "It doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him"











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