James Rowe

 

 

After a while our sky will be bright,

Sunshine will banish shadows of night,

Evil will cease our souls to defile,

We shall be happy after a while.

 

After awhile, the storm will be past,

Billows asleep, our anchor be cast;

We shall have reached the beautiful isle—

Heaven—our homeland, after a while.

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