Songs That Live 

 AN AMERICAN MOTHER'S SONG OF THE HOMELAND 



1515 



Mrs. Ellen Gates 



HOME OF THE SOUL 



I. I will sing you a 

 3» Oh, that home of the 



3. Oh, how sweet it will 



4. There the great trees of 



song 



soul, 



be 



life 



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of that beau - ti - ful laud, 

 in my vis - ions and dreams, 

 in that beau - ti - ful land, 

 in their beau - ty do grow. 



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The I'ar 



Its bright jasper 



So free from all 



And the riv - er of 



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home 

 walls 



sor - 



life 



of the 



I can 



row and 



floweth 



soul, WHiere no storms ev - er beat on the glit 



see ; Till I fan - cy but dim - ly the veil 



pain; With songs on our lips, and with harps 



by ; For no death ev - er en - ters that ci - 



ter-ing strand. While the 

 in- ter- venes Be- 



rn our hands, 

 t)', you know. 



To 

 And 



years 

 tween 

 meet 

 noth- 



of e - ter 



that fair • ci 

 one an 

 ingthat 



ni-ty 

 ty and 

 oth - er a 

 maketh a 



roll, 

 me, 

 gain 

 lie. 



While the years of e - ter 

 Be - tween that fair ci • 

 To nteet one an - oth 

 And nothing that mak 



ni - ty roll ; Where no 

 ty and me, Till I 

 er a - gain, With 

 eth a lie. For no 



Storms ev - er beat on the glit - 



fan - cy but dim - ly '•.he veil 



songs on our lips, and with harps 



death ev - er en - ters that ci - 



ter-ing strand, WTiile the years of e - ter - ni - ty 

 in-tervenes Be - tween that fair cit - y and 

 in our hands. To meet one an- oth- cr a - 



ty, you know, And noth - ing that mak-cth a 



roll. 



me. 



gam. 



lie. 



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