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I. I. Leslie

F. A. Blackmer

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After the storms that sweeps the sea,
After the drifting to the lee,
After the rocks and sands are passed,
Cometh the joy of home at last.

After the winter long and drear,
After the snow-clouds disappear,
After the winds sweet odors bring,
Cometh the everlasting spring.

After the long and toilsome day,
After the sun's fierce burning ray,
After the toiler homeward goes,
Cometh the night and sweet repose.

After the course of life is run,
After it's work has all been done,
After the hands are on the breast,
Cometh the long and peaceful rest.

After the march of time shall cease,
After earth-strife shall end in peace,
After the changeful disappears,
Cometh the long eternal years.

Chorus:
After all that here we see,
What will there be, What will there be?
After all that here we see,
After all eternity.