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Come without money, without price,
 The peerless boon secure;
With pastures green, and flowing streams,
 And raiment white and pure.

"Why waste thy thought on fleeting joys?
 Why droops thy heavenly wing?
Let birds and foxes make their homes
 Where all is perishing:
But look to thine inheritance,
 Fear not these days of gloom;
The thorns that wound thee sore to-day
 With fadeless fruit shall bloom.

"An everlasting rest is thine,
 With everlasting love;
Safe in thy Father's house, thy foot
 No chance or change can move.
With Christ dwells everlasting joy
 In Heaven's perennial bowers;
Then wait and weave a glory wreath
 Of 'Everlasting Flowers.'"

I saw no more the sultry street,
 Nor heard the city's din;
No echo of the hurrying feet
 Awoke sad thoughts within.