Neither hunger nor cold are ever felt there,
Grim want stands abashed far away;
Not even in dreams can fear or despair
Ever punish the beings who stay.
Disappointment, Ambition,—low groveling lie,
Both a snare and a cheat, well we know:
And only Contentment beneath the blue sky,
Somewhere—on earth here below.
Grim want stands abashed far away;
Not even in dreams can fear or despair
Ever punish the beings who stay.
Disappointment, Ambition,—low groveling lie,
Both a snare and a cheat, well we know:
And only Contentment beneath the blue sky,
Somewhere—on earth here below.
Oh, come; let us go! We have tarried too long;
The shadows are lengthening each day.
Somewhere! Ah, hasten where Hope wafts a song
And bids us be happy alway.
Let us find it, tho' mountains and seas intervene,
Though tire and flood bar the way;
We long for the rest, and the beauty of scene,
And the joy that will linger for aye.
The shadows are lengthening each day.
Somewhere! Ah, hasten where Hope wafts a song
And bids us be happy alway.
Let us find it, tho' mountains and seas intervene,
Though tire and flood bar the way;
We long for the rest, and the beauty of scene,
And the joy that will linger for aye.
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