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 country! oh, when shall I see thee? When will my sinning and wandering be o'er? When shall my feet, wounded, earth-stained and weary, Bathe in the river that laves thy green shore? Beautiful country! the land of the angels, When shall I reach, and wander no more? Beautiful city! how long ere the portals Of thy pearly gates shall be opened to me? When shall I join in the songs of immortals, Praising the love that has brought me to thee?