Show DYING they are waiting on the shore for the bark to take them home they will toil and grieve no more the hour for release hath bath come all their long life lifts lies behind like a dimly blendin ir dream there is nothing left to bind to the realms that only seem they are waiting for the boat there is nothing left to do what was near them grows remote happy silence falls like dew now the shadowy bark is come and the weary may go home by still water they would rest in the shadow of a tree after battle sleep Is best after noise ihly NOBL |