564. L. M. Anonymous. The Better Land. 1 There is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught; -- 2 A land upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again. 3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, With varying hues of shade and light; It hath no need of suns to rise, To dissipate the gloom of night. 4 There sweeps no desolating wind Across that calm, serene abode; The wanderer there a home may find, Within the paradise of God.
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