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Chorus. — Oh ! for the garden of Lang Syne, 



From whence we thus were driven : — 

 Our Eves must help our Adams strive, 

 Till we regain its heaven. 



For this the broad luxuriant earth 



"Was given to our care : — 

 That magic Culture might create 

 A garden everywhere. 

 Chorus. — Oh ! for the gardens rich and fair, 

 The Paradise to come ! 

 When choicest fruits and sweetest flowers 

 Shall bless each happj-^ home. 



For never shall a glad content 



Illume with joy our eyes, 

 Till Plenty, crowned with Beauty, change 

 This world to Paradise. 

 Chorus. — Then till this garden of the Lord, 

 And weave your Eden bowers ; 

 Till earth rejoice with bounteous fruits. 

 And smile 'mid wreathing flowers. 



And as this outward Pamdise 



Its glories round us roll, 

 The inward reign of peace and love 

 Shall bless each human soul. 

 Chorus. — Oh ! for the Eden soon to come, — 

 Of harmony and love, 

 That shall, at length, this earth unite 

 With radiant spheres above. 



And to this grand and heavenly cause, 



We'll consecrate these walls, 

 Long, long may Culture's voice resound 



Its music through these halls. 



Chorus. — And as her triumphs here we sing, 

 With gladsome heart and voice. 

 Oh ! in her power may we go forth. 

 To make the World rejoice. 



