That prayers nor tears can e'er restore
The loved ones drifted to that shore
Beyond returning.
We've learned farewell oft through these years;
She__welcome__where there are no tears,
But joys supernal.
And closely fold earth's loos'ning bands
Within the house not made with hands,
Secure eternal.
O mother, with the soft brown eyes!
In thy fair home beyond the skies,
Am I expected?
Canst thou not tell me that at last,
When 'cross that threshold all have passed,
I shall not be rejected ?
AT THE RIVER.
(My peace I give unto you. John xiv: 27. )
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THE river's not wide,
And the other side
Seems nearer than ever before;
The waves once so dark
Recede from the bark,
As I list for the dip of the oar.
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