Oh, I beseech thee
Away take me
to that place where violence is peace
That place upon which sorrow deceased
Take me to that place where cry is laughter
Where joy shines like jasper
That place where peace is law
where no lockers on doors
That place where tranquility is noise
where all living creatures rejoice
That place where hatred is love
Where friendship is glove
Where jealousy is hushed
And on nothing I shall fuss
But to see that land is must
That land of love
Where prejudice is prejudiced
That land where good moral consist
Where evil resist
love in my mist
In abundance ecstasy
all creation feast
In great harmony
far from melancholy
Where no poor nor rich
And thee I beseech,
Take me to this land of rich


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