These verses are part of a longer poem by Michael Lynch:
So we sailed and sailed over stormy seas, till we came to a
pleasant land,
Where forever were peace and happiness, and plenty was on each
hand;
And no man wronged his brother there, for no man counted it gain
To live by the sweat of another’s brow, or to joy at another’s
pain,
* * * * *
And the strong man there was a kindly man and aided the one who was
weak,
And for those who were simple and trusting men their wiser brothers
would speak;
And creed, or color, or land, or birth, caused no man to hate
another,
For the same red blood filled each man’s veins, and every man was a
brother.
* * * * *
And the old man there was a blessed man, for toilless he wanted
nought,
And vice and toil on the little ones no longer their ruin wrought;
And the feeble in body and mind had there no longer a care for
bread;
For out of the plenty that was for all, ’twas theirs the first to
be fed.
* * * * *
And peace was forever in that fair land, for no man envied his
mate,
And no man’s treasures, where all were rich, woke his brother’s
sleeping hate,
And the kingdom that Christ had promised was now for all men to
see,
And the name of that happy kingdom was, “The land of the soon be
be.”
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