#616I'm a traveler here

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I'm a lonely traveler here, Weary, oppressed; but my journey's end is near, Soon I shall rest. Dark and dreary is the way, Toil-ing I've come; Ask me not with you to stay, Yonder's my home.
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I'm a traveler to a land Where all is fair; Where is seen no broken band— All, all are there; Where no tear shall ever fall, Nor heart be sad; Where the glory is for all, And all are glad.
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I'm a traveler—call me not— Upward's my way; Yonder is my rest and lot, I cannot stay. Farewell, earthly pleasures all, Pilgrim I'll roam; Hail me not—in vain you call— Yonder's my home.

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