Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth, or, ''as one draws furrows and loosens the soil," that is, although the enemies should apparently succeed in gaining the upper hand to the extent of stretching out the believers at the door leading to the realm of death, yet would they rise up once more, as the seed springs up out of the soil prepared for it, much as it seems to be cut up by the plowing.

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