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THE SPIRIT-LAND.
Beautiful country! oh, when shall I see thee?
When will my sinning and wandering be o'er?
When shall my feet, wounded, earth-stained and weary,
Bathe in the river that laves thy green shore?
Beautiful country! the land of the angels,
When shall I reach, and wander no more?
Beautiful city! how long ere the portals
Of thy pearly gates shall be opened to me?
When shall I join in the songs of immortals,
Praising the love that has brought me to thee?
