Classic Poem

But, “if a man die, shall he live again?”
  This baffling question comes from long ago.
Shall ashes only of Life's torch remain?
  The mind cries out, and Nature answers, “No!”
Ye who have heard the prophesying rain,
  And seen the flowery Resurrection glow:
Ye know of better things than eye hath seen;
Ye know sere Earth is Mother of the green.

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The wild moose shivers in the north land's breath,
  Where Huron's wave upbraids the fretful shore;
The marsh fowl far to southward wandereth
  And calls her tribes to milder climes explore;
All Nature seems to sigh: “Remember death,
  For all the living soon shall be no more.”
But mark how Faith sweeps on with tireless wing,
To find for e'en the fowl an endless spring.