poems.
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THE UNSEEN LAND.
I would mine eyes could pierce that land
Where flowers immortal bloom;
Beyond the hastening age of time,
Beyond the dreadful tomb.
Where flowers immortal bloom;
Beyond the hastening age of time,
Beyond the dreadful tomb.
They tell me 'tis a country fair,
With streets all paved with gold;
And happy angels clothed in white,
Its wonders new behold.
With streets all paved with gold;
And happy angels clothed in white,
Its wonders new behold.
They tell me 'tis a land of light,
A land of endless day;
But when I wish to seek the realm,
Lo! it is far away.
A land of endless day;
But when I wish to seek the realm,
Lo! it is far away.
The entrance to this blissful land
Is through the gate of Death;
His messenger takes us by our hand,
And chills us with his breath.
Is through the gate of Death;
His messenger takes us by our hand,
And chills us with his breath.
And then our day is turned to night;
Our dream of life is o'er;
Our dream of life is o'er;
