In far-off realms beneath the sun

  'tis there, blossoming bright in Spring

  Where flowers bud, pure waters run

  While joyful little finches sing.

  I see also a cloudless night

  Where swaying branches softly bear

  Fairy-blooms, and elf-stars white

  Amid their gold-green, branching hair.

  Here in the healing sea I lie,

  Upon the ocean's churning deep

  Beneath the navy, darkened sky

  Beyond the threshold, now, of sleep.

  Above all shadows, there it dwells,

  A promise in the silent air,

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  And to this land, we'll bid farewells,

  To rise skywards and find it there.

  We'll find that haven, fair and free,

  And go beyond the starlit sea,

  Where then at last, we will ascend,

  And find in truth our journey's end:

  To rise above the restless blue

  To find a sky of fairer hue.