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C. M.
The land that is afar off.
Isaiah 33:17.
Far from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise;
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 Celestial land! could our weak eyes
But half thy charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise;
And dwell on earth no more:
3 There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no place obtains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns!
4 No cloud these blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of every woe,
Can never enter there.
5 There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun’s faint sickly ray;
But glory from the sacred throne
Spreads everlasting day.
Mrs. Steele.