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A world beyond.
How fair the earth, and life how sweet—
When Pleasure leads our dancing feet;
When birds attune the rosy morn,
And sunshine crowns the golden corn;
When fragrant odors lull the sense,
And music charms the soul's suspense;
When friends are true, and Love is fond:—
But—there's a Better World beyond!
When Pleasure leads our dancing feet;
When birds attune the rosy morn,
And sunshine crowns the golden corn;
When fragrant odors lull the sense,
And music charms the soul's suspense;
When friends are true, and Love is fond:—
But—there's a Better World beyond!
How dark the earth, and Life how sone,
When Pleasure leads the dance no more;
When sorrow saps, and pain consumes,
And sunshine fades, and twilight glooms;
When o'er our joys the willow waves,
And gardens we forsake, for graves;
When Love and Friendship break their bond:—
But—there's a Happier World beyond!
When Pleasure leads the dance no more;
When sorrow saps, and pain consumes,
And sunshine fades, and twilight glooms;
When o'er our joys the willow waves,
And gardens we forsake, for graves;
When Love and Friendship break their bond:—
But—there's a Happier World beyond!
A. J. H. Duganne
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