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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3754, 8 January 1881, Page 1

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PASSING.

" What ship is this coming Bailing Across the harbor bar, So strange, yet how familiar, With treasure from afar ? 0 comrade shout, good bells ring out, ' , Peal loud your merry din! Oh, joy! At last across the bay My ship comes sailing in! " Men said in low whispers, " It is the passing bell, At last his toll is ended.*' They prayed, " Ood rest him well!" "Ob, captain, my capt in ! What Btore have you on board ? " " A treasure, far richer Than gems of golden hoard ; The broken promise welded firm, The long forgotten kiss ; The lore more worth than all on earth, All joys love seem to miss." The watchers sighed softly, " It is the death change, What vision blest has given That rapture deep and strange ? " "O Captain, dear captain, What forms are these If no On deck there beside you ? They smile and beckon me, And soft voices call me— Those voices sure I know !" " All friends are here that you held dear In the sweet long ago." . ' " The death smile," they murmured; " It is so passing sweet, We scarce have heart to hide it Beneath the winding sheet." " Oh oaptain, I know you! Are you not Christ the Lord; With light heart and joyous 1 hasten now on board. Set sail, set sail before the gale, Our trip will soon be o'er j To-night we'll cest our anchor fast Beside the Heavenly shore." _ Men sighed, "lay him gently ■ ' Beneath the heavy sod," The soul afar beyond the bar Wends sailing unto God. —" Alice Williams Brotherton ia the Atlantic."