the land of joy.
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Do they not mourn the dead?
Do not the lovely pass like ours away?
Do they not weep by day,
And through the night toss on a sleepless bed?
Do not the lovely pass like ours away?
Do they not weep by day,
And through the night toss on a sleepless bed?
Do they not part for years,
As we do, from the beings loved the best?
And can they, do they rest,
With no vain longings, no dark bitter fears?
As we do, from the beings loved the best?
And can they, do they rest,
With no vain longings, no dark bitter fears?
Are they not called to keep
Long weary vigils by the couch of pain?
Have they ne'er watched in vain
For th' awakening from that dreamless sleep?
Long weary vigils by the couch of pain?
Have they ne'er watched in vain
For th' awakening from that dreamless sleep?
Oh! Are they so much blest!
While here we combat with unending care?
Then bear me, bear me there—
Give me in that bright land, a home, a rest!
While here we combat with unending care?
Then bear me, bear me there—
Give me in that bright land, a home, a rest!
Imaginary spot!
There cannot be on earth such place of peace,
Where joys can ne'er decrease,
Where cares, and tears, and sorrows, enter not!
There cannot be on earth such place of peace,
Where joys can ne'er decrease,
Where cares, and tears, and sorrows, enter not!
