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And wretched forever who curses his brother, 

 Or darkens the heart and life of another ! 

 For they'll all be caged in that mighty museum, 

 Where all of their dupes and victims can see 'em. 

 There's a " good time coming." I know of a land 

 Where the flowers ever bloom and the air 's ever bland, 

 A land of rich splendor and evermore bright, 

 Still living and glowing with magical light ; 

 Earth's music may cease, but the angelic strains 

 Will echo for aye round these heavenly plains. 

 Earth's pleasure decay, but the rapturous love 

 Forever burn bright in those mansions above. 



Yes, soon will these wearisome days be gone by, 

 And our souls be lit up with a gleam from the sky ; 

 Then heart joined to heart let us welcome the weather, 

 And glimmer or gleaming march onward together. 



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