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“The Fathers are in dust, yet live to God:”⁠—

So says the Truth; as if the motionless clay

Still held the seeds of life beneath the sod,

Smouldering and struggling till the judgment-day.

And hence we learn with reverence to esteem

Of these frail houses, though the grave confines;

Sophist may urge his cunning tests, and deem

That they are earth;⁠—but they are heavenly shrines.