Finds disappointment, change, and woe!
Where are the never clouded skies—
O! where the joy that never dies?
Where is the music ever sweet,
O! where the friends I long to meet?
No more earth’s changing scenes allure,—
Where is the land all bright and pure?
The land where all is pure and bright,
That better land, is “out of sight!”
And I must journey here awhile,