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Some see evil on this earth
Some just pain and misery see
Some, the Devil’s laughing girth
And some just want to be set free…

Oh, but yonder lies that lea of green
Just past that river, boiling broth
Of all our fears, a fetid screen
To cross which must move them beyond sloth…

Come summer’s rain, nor spring’s burst
Of life, nor the rains can slake that thirst
Nor winter’s white, nor the colors of fall
Can free some minds from being thrall…

What tyranny is this, the flesh demands,
To be touched by God’s hand, his true commands
But the mind desists, the mind refrains
It loves too much it’s binding chains…