Where, oh where is the good old Daniel?
Who was cast in the lion’s den;
Safe now in the promised land.”
When they would strike the refrain,—
“By and by we’ll go home to meet him,
By and by we’ll go home to meet him,
Way over in the promised land,”
we could almost imagine they were on wing for “the promised land,” as they seemed to throw all the passion of their souls into the refrain, and fancy would almost hear the rustle of wings, as the deep swelling anthem rolled forth. Again it would be,—
“Where, oh where is the good Elijah?
Where, oh where is the good Elijah?