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THE SPIRIT-LAND.
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There from God's throne floweth life's crystal
river;
There shines the day that will end not in
night.
Beautiful city, sweet rest for earth's weary!
When will life's pilgrimage journey be o'er?
Beautiful country! ah, when shall I see thee?
When shall I stand on thy evergreen shore?
Beautiful gate! through thy opening portals,
When shall I enter, to pass forth no more?
