Text 1We speak of the realms of the blest,That country so bright and so fair,And oft are its glories confessed-But what must it be to be there!We speak of its pathway of gold-Its walls decked with jewels so rare,Its wonders and pleasures untold-But what must it be to be there! 2We speak of its freedom…
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