Marietta Holley,
Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician
“ Lift up your heavy eyes: the sun is even now rising, that shall gild the sky at last. The mornin' light is even now dawnin' in the east. It shall fall first upon your uplifted brows, your prayerful eyes. Most blessed of God, because you loved most, sorrowed most. To you shall it be given to behold first the tall, fair angel of Resurection and Redemption, standin' at the grave's mouth. Into your hands shall be put the key to unlock the heavy doors, where your loved has lain. The dead shall rise. Temperance and Justice and Liberty shall rise. They shall go forth to bless our fair land. ”
