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Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine,

Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy, Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair; Sorrow and death may not enter there;

Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, it is there, my child!'