There is a world we have not seen,
That time shall never dare destroy,
Where mortal footstep hath not been,
Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy:
There is a region lovelier far
Than angels tell or people sing,
Brighter than summer's beauties are,
And softer than the tints of spring.
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