[bad word]  OUR HAPPY HOME
WHEN SHALL [bad word] TO THEE?
WHEN SHALL OUR SORROWS HAVE AN END?
THY JOYS WHEN SHALL WE SEE?

THEY SEE NO ONE THAT SENT HER THERE
THEIR PLAMS SPRING FROM THE GROUND
NO TONGUE CAN TELL, NO HEART CAN THINK
WHAT JOYS DO THERE ABOUND.
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FOREVER MORE THE TREES PERFUMED
AND EVER MORE THEY SPRING
AND EVER MORE THE SAINTS ARE GLAD
AND EVER MORE THEY SING.
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FAIR MAGDALENE, SHE HATH LESS MOAN
LIKEWISE THERE SHE DOTH SING
THE HAPPY SAINTS IN HARMONY
THROUGH EVERY STREET DOTH RING.
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FAIR MAGDALENE HATH DRIED HER TEARS
SHE'LL WEEP NO MORE TO THEE
NOR WET THE RINGLETS OF HER HAIR
TO WASH HER SAVIORS FEET.
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