"Not there, not there, my child!"
"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,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand?
Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?"—
"Not there, not there, my child!"
"Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy;
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;