There is a land where summer skies
Are gleaming with a thousand dyes
Blending in witching harmonies,
in harmonies;
...
Two lights below and one above—
Two lights that lead astray,
And one that points to blissful rest
After life’s feverish day.
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Oh say not that no perfume dwells;
The wilding flowers among,
Say not that in the forest dells
Is heard no voice of song.
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