THE MYSTIC RIVER
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But well reach the pearly portal And we'll lay our armor down; Casting all our burdens from us 'Neath the shelter of a crown.
Near the Throne of Love e'er dwelling, Sheltered safe from every woe; No more sorrow, no more weeping, Naught but glory shall we know. There we shall be ever happy In the mansion of the blest; Blessed be the peace eternal— Blessed is the sweet word—Rest.
