The River Shore
Thine Art and Subiect both such Worth containe,
That thou art best requited in thy paine.
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:
Nought forgetting, nought 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've 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.
That thou art best requited in thy paine.
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:
Nought forgetting, nought 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've 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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