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Show The River of Rest. 0 the river of rest, with tides that sweep By the. bloomy marge of the shores of sleep: The river flowing by vale and hill Tn the lotus land of the Heart-Be-Still. Shadowy armies of young and old Are yearning there for thy sweet enfold; en-fold; Yearning, longing and calling thee To sing to them and to set them free! O river of rest, where no man knows The silvery way that your water flows, In youth, in life, in hope, in cheer, In days of daring and nights of fear. Hearts that beat in the human breast Of time are beating the tune of rest. And love is singing to love: "Some day On the river of rest we will drift away!" O river of rest! O beautiful stream, With tides that flow to the seas of dreams! White-haired women and feeble men, By streets of cities and sylvan glen, Mom and noon and all day long To soft susurrus of golden song Are calling thee as thou callest them To blossomed mead6ws thy waters hem! O river of rest, the old recline On the mossy banks of those shores of thine: Gray as shadows and soft as shade, They people the slopes of the hill and glade, Waiting there through the restful years For loved who went in the mist of tears, And came not back, and will not come To hearts that grieve and lips grown dumb! Baltimore Sun. |