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Upon our shores, far back in other years,
There lived a simple-minded, worthy soul;
His life a constant round of hopes and fears,
As one alternate on the other stole;
He might have ‘drowned his sorrows in the bowl;’
His hopes, poor man! he might have cherished there;
But how to reach bright Zion's blessed goal,
Was, after all, 't was thought, his chiefest care;
And now of heaven's joys no doubt he has his share.
There lived a simple-minded, worthy soul;
His life a constant round of hopes and fears,
As one alternate on the other stole;
He might have ‘drowned his sorrows in the bowl;’
His hopes, poor man! he might have cherished there;
But how to reach bright Zion's blessed goal,
Was, after all, 't was thought, his chiefest care;
And now of heaven's joys no doubt he has his share.
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