Som'lorea

Go to streams of fairyland-- 
Oh, there, the land is right: 
Rightly so, of trouble and woe; 
It dawns with lack of light. 

There is a land of fairer men 
And women of great name, 
Namely those, I do suppose, 
Who share in heaven's fame. 

"Call to the hidden towers and 
The banners must be raised. 
A light of lights upon their sight, 
They all must be amazed!" 

Call to the northern men who came 
With horses of great height, 
And to the western women who 
Went with their men to fight. 

The wars have passed and trouble gone, 
Is now the thought of all-- 
"Alas, alas, it all has passed!" 
We hear of heaven's call. 

Come up to see what all have sought 
In halls of silver light; 
The air is seen in wisps and gleams 
And shadows of gold light.

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