THE OLD.
(By Itoden Nool.) They are waiting on the shore For the bark to take tliem home; They will toil and grieve no more; The hour for release hath come. All their long life lies behind, Like a dimly-blending dream; Thero is nothing left to bind To tho realms that only 6com, They are waiting for the boat, Thoro is nothing left to do; What was near them grows remote, Happy silence falls like dew; Now tho 6'hadowy bark has come, And the weary may go home. By still water they would rest, In the shadow of tho tree; After battle sleep is best, After noiso, tranquillity.
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Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1752, 17 May 1913, Page 11
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108THE OLD. Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1752, 17 May 1913, Page 11
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