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But for the hope that cannot fade,
For the clear bright faith that knows no shade.
For the clear bright faith that knows no shade.
There is a land where the smile is true,
Where the cheek is ever a healthy hue,
Where the heart for unkindness weeps no more,
And the thousand fears of earth are o'er;
And in that land, Oh! is it not sweet
To think, that the mother and child will meet?
Where the cheek is ever a healthy hue,
Where the heart for unkindness weeps no more,
And the thousand fears of earth are o'er;
And in that land, Oh! is it not sweet
To think, that the mother and child will meet?
