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The Mountains Of Life

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There's a land far away 'mid stars, we are told, Where tlioy know not the gorrowa of time; Wliere the pure waters wander thro' valleys And lift is a treasiire sublime ; [of gold, 'Tis the land of our God, 'tis the home of uur soul, Where the ages of splemlor cternnlly roll ; Where the wn y-weary traveler reaehes nis goal Ou the evergreen inounlain of lile. Our gaze canuot sonr to that benut ii'ul land, But our visions have told of its bliss ; And our souls by the gale from its garden are faenad, WheB we iaint in tho desert of this; And we sometimos havo longed for holy repose, When our spirits are torn with tomptation and woes, And we've drank from the tide of the river that fiows From the evergreen mountain of life. Oh ! the stars never trod tho blue heavens at niglit, But we think where the ransomed have trod ; And the day never smiles from his palace of light But we feel the bright smile of our God. We are traveling homeward, thro' changes and gloom, To a kingdoni whore pleasures unchangingly bloom, And our guide is the glory that shines through the tomb, From the evergreen mountain of life.


Old News
Michigan Argus