Lo, bye and bye the fawn and hind
Shall cower not in dread and fear,
Beyond this earth Gods creatures find
A refuge freed from gun and spear.

In that fair land no dangers creep
There is no beast with thirst for blood
Gods creatures lie in peaceful sleep
Or roam with pleasure in its wood.

The glory of that land supreme
With carpet green and fern of lace
And bloom of every gorgeous hue
In that fair wood will find a place.

When God, this earth creates anew
With those grand streets of elite gold
Far fairer than a mortals dream
Make words of man to frail to hold.