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Heaven
No shadow falls upon its golden plains;
No blight upon its flowers;
No discord mars the sweet harmonious strains
Which echo through its bowers.

Clouds never darken its radiant skies;
No storm winds sweep its coast;
Night never draws a veil o'er Paradise
And its angelic host.

No cry of sorrow e'er is heard within
Those lovely jasper walls.
No voice of anguish, anger, or of sin,
The listener's ear appals.

No sickness wastes; no trials fret and wear;
No pestilential breath
Spreads dire contagion on its balmy air—
There is no pain or death.

The happy children roam amid the bow'rs
Where Sharon's roses grow;
Picking the fadeless everlasting flow'rs,
Singing the while they go.