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Oh! that is a beautiful land I wis, / The land of the Gone-Away Souls. / Yes, a lovelier region by far than this / (Though this is a world most fair), / The goodliest goal of all good goals, / Else why do our friends stay there? / I walk in a world that is sweet with friends, / And earth I have ever held dear; / Yes, love with duty and beauty blends, / To render the earth plane bright. / But faster and faster, year on year / My comrades hurry from sight.
They hurry away to the Over-There, / And few of them say Farewell. / Yes, they go away with a secret air / As if on a secret quest. / And they come not back to the earth to tell / Why that land seems the best.