TIE BET Err LAND.
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By Hrs. Hemans
az hear thee sing of Better Land,
Thou call'st its children happy band;
Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore
Shall we not seek it and weep no more'
Is it where the flower of the orange blows,
And the fire-fies glance through the myrtle.


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-"Not there, not there, my child"
'Is it where the fcathery palln-trees rise,
And the dale grows ripe Under sunny skies
Or midst the green island of glttering seas,
VIII re fragrant forests perfume the breeze,
And strange, bright birds on their starry wings,
Bear the rich hues of all glorious things"


--s'Not there, not there, my child"
SIS it far away in some region old,
Where the rivers wander DER sands of gold
Where the burning rays Of the ruby shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret mine,
And the pearl CLEANS forth from the coral strand
Is it there, sweet mother, that better landN'


-"Not there, not there, my child
"Eyc hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard lis deep songs Of joy,
Dreams cannot picture world so fair
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadelcss bloom,
Far beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb,


1t is there, it is there, my childF"