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“Some day,” we say,
and turn our eyes
T’ward the fair hills of Paradise;
Some day some time,
a sweet new rest
Shall blossom, flower-like,
in each breast;
|:Some day, some time,
our eyes shall see
The faces kept in memory; :|
Some day their hands
shall clasp our hand,
Just over in the morning land,
Just over in the morning land;
Some day their hands
shall clasp our hand,
Just over in the morning land:
Oh, morning land! Oh, morning land!
Some day our ears shall hear the song
Of triumph over sin and wrong;
Some day, some time—
but oh, not yet;
But we will wait and not forget
|:That some day all these things shall be,
And rest be giv’n to you and me.:|
So wait, my friends,
though years move slow,
That happy times will come, we know,
That happy time will come, we know;
So wait, my friends,
though years move slow,
That happy time will come, we know,
Oh, morning land! Oh, morning land!
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