THE BETTER LAND.
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81 hear thee sing Of the Better Land,
Thou call'st its children a happy band;
Mother :! oh, where is that radiant shore3
Shall we not seek it, and weep no morel
Is it where the flower Of the orange blows,
And the fire-Aies glance through the myrtle bonghs r


mot there, not there my child!'
"Is it where the feathery palm-irees rise,
Aud the date grows ripe under sunny skies,
Or midst the green island Of gliterng seas,
Where frag ant forests perfume the breeze,
And strange bright birds, on their starry wings,
Bear the rich hues Of all glorious hngs2,


"Not there. noI there my childo
ais it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands Of gold?
Where the burning rays Of tile 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 land I"


'Not there, not there my childl'
"Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Far hath not heard its deep songs ofjoy;
Dreams cannot picture world So fair
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
Far beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb.


1t is there, it is there my child!"