ou

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But here

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I.

The land to which all of us go!

By the breezes that over it blow.

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II.

Though far from the knowledge of sense,

There soon wilt thou go with me hence.

III.

But where, O my soul! where to be?

The loved and the lost shall we see?

IV.

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