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THINGS WILL GO BETTER YET.

Old Earth with cloud and thorn is rife:
Man hath his miseries still; yet flowers
Make sunshine in the darkest life,
And tint with heaven this world of ours.
And there be hearts all loving,
And love shall love beget;
For now, thank God! we 're moving,
Things will go better yet.

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From out the brain 't will wrench a tear,
To count our Martyrs by the way;
Yet, bear a hand, my brother dear,
A glorious remnant lives to-day.
The people, leagued and loving,
Shall break the tyrants' net;
And now, thank God! we 're moving,
Things will go better yet.