Ye Shall Live Also Poem by Lucy Larcom

SAY not of thy friend departed,
'He is dead:' — he is but grown
Larger-souled and deeper-hearted,
Blossoming into skies unknown.
All the air of earth is sweeter
For his being's full release;
And thine own life is completer
For his conquest and his peace.
Roll the stone from sorrow's prison,
White-robed angel, holy Faith,
Till with Christ we have arisen,
And believe the word He saith!
Heaven is life to Life brought nearer:
Love withdraws, more love to give:
Hearts to hearts in Him are dearer: —
'Lo! I live, and ye shall live!'