[Lyric] White Island (Jacaszek)

In this world, the Isle of Dreams
While we sit by sorrow's streams
Tears and terrors are our themes
Reciting

But when once from hence we fly
More and more approaching nigh
Unto young eternity
Uniting

In that whiter Island, where
Things are evermore sincere:
Candour here, and lustre there
Delighting

There no monstrous fancies shall
Out of hell an horror call
To create, or cause at all
Affrighting

There, in calm and cooling sleep
We our eyes shall never steep
But eternal watch shall keep
Attending
Pleasures such as shall pursue
Me immortalized, and you
And fresh joys, as never too
Have ending
And fresh joys, as never too
Have ending
And fresh joys, as never too
Have ending
And fresh joys, as never too