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Rh And celebrate in triumph The year of Jubilee; And the unlit Land that recks not Of tempet nor of fight, Shall fold within its boom Each happy Iraelite— The Home of fadeles plendor, Of flowers that fear no thorn, Where they hall dwell as children, Who here as exiles mourn.

Midt power that knows no limit, And widom free from bound, The Beatific Viion Shall glad the Saints around— The peace of all the faithful, The calm of all the blet, Inviolate, unvaried,<br/ /> Divinet, weetet, bet.<br/ /> Yes, peace! for war is needles—<br/ /> Yes, calm! for torm is pat—<br/ /> And goal from finihed labor,<br/ /> And anchorage at lat.