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Show j THE IXZRT FOE SHADOWTOWE. Sway to and fro in the twilight gray. This is the ferry foT Shadowtown; Ii always sails at the end of day. Just as the darkness closes down. Rt, little head, on my sioulder, so; A slwpy Hss is the only f are; Drifting1 away from the world we go. Baiby nd I in the rocking chair. S. wiiere the fiTe-logs glow and spark. Glitter the lights of Shadowland, The rainirur drops on the window, hark! Are ripples lapping- upon its strand-There, strand-There, where the mirror is glancing dim, A lake lies shimmering; cool and still ; Blossoms are waving above its brim. Those over there on the window sill. Rock slow, more slow, in the dusky light. Silently lower the anchor down; Hear little passengers, say "Good-night l" We've reached the harbor of Shadowtown. Exchange. |
