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TO THE GOOD.
Where are ye good? O come to me,
Come hasten o'er the passing scene,
Most dearly should I love to see,
The good that are and may have been.
Together could I once be like,
We'd fly along in liberty,
O'er virtues valleys, boldly strike,
And feel and own the good are free.
Come hasten o'er the passing scene,
Most dearly should I love to see,
The good that are and may have been.
Together could I once be like,
We'd fly along in liberty,
O'er virtues valleys, boldly strike,
And feel and own the good are free.
Observe the roebuck; see him bound,
Observe the chamois on the hill,
The birds of Paradise around,
With notes of love the valleys fill.
All nature leaps for joy of peace,
The notes of wisdom ponder still,
O never may such chaunting cease,
As long as good can have their will.
Observe the chamois on the hill,
The birds of Paradise around,
With notes of love the valleys fill.
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The notes of wisdom ponder still,
O never may such chaunting cease,
As long as good can have their will.
Where are the good? O who will come?
O who will straightly take the road?
Come, come ye Christians to your home,
Forsake the deadly sinful load,
Arise ye good! arise, be free,
The Christians life, is liberty.
O who will straightly take the road?
Come, come ye Christians to your home,
Forsake the deadly sinful load,
Arise ye good! arise, be free,
The Christians life, is liberty.
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