No Parsing in Heaven.

No Parsing in Heaven.
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We are going we are going,
To a home beyond the skin.
Where the helds are robed in beauty,
And the sunlight never dies;
Where the fount of joy is flowing
In the valley green and fair;
We shali dwell in love together,
There will be no parting there.

We are going. we are going,
And the music we have heard,
Like the echo of the woodland.
Or the carol of a litrd:
With the rosy light of morning
Da the calm and fragrant ait.
Sillh it murmure, softly murmurs,
There will be no parting there

We are going, we are going.
When the day of life is over.
To that pure and happy region
Whers our friends have gone before:

They are singing with the angels
In that land so bright and fair;
We shall dwell with tham forever
There will be no parting there,