Poems (Craik)/The River Shore

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THE RIVER SHORE.
For an old tune of Dowland's.
WALKING by the quiet river Where the slow tide seaward goes, All the cares of life fall from us,  All our troubles find repose: Naught forgetting, naught regretting,  Lovely ghosts from days no more Glide with white feet o'er the river,  Smiling towards the silent shore.
So we pray in His good pleasure  When this world we we safely trod, We may walk beside the river  Flowing from the throne of God: ​All forgiving, all believing,  Not one lost we loved before, Looking towards the hills of heaven  Calmly from the eternal shore.

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