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THE GOOD TIME COME.

The human mind, men will not bind,
 Enchain it like a slave;
No; it shall be a thing as free
 As ocean's bounding wave;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

The human soul will none control,
 But all shall hear it sing
Of fetters riven, of hope and heaven,
 And Truth shall nerve its wing;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

The human heart, unschooled in art,
 Will naught but right approve;
Good will to all, both great and small,
 Its secret springs shall move;