BY NANCY AMELIA PRIEST.

OVER the river they beckon to me.

Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side; The gleam of their snowy robes I see,

But their voices are lost in the dashing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold,

And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue; He crossed in the twilight gray and cold,

And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there,

The gates of the city we could not see; Over the river, over the river,

My brother stands waiting to welcome me.

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"Over the river the boatman pale carried another, the household pet; darling Minnie !I see her yet."

Over the river the boatman pale

Carried another, the household pet; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale,

Darling Minnie! I see her yet. She crossed on her bosom her dimpled hands,

And fearlessly entered the phantom bark; We felt it glide from the silver sands,

And all our sunshine grew strangely dark. We know she is safe on the farther side,

Where all the ransomed and angels be: Over the river, the mystic river,

My childhood's idol is waiting for me.

And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold is flushing river, and hill, and shore, I shall one day stand by the water cold,

And list for the sound of the boatman's oar; I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail,

I shaf hear the boat as it gains the strand, I shall pass from sight, with the boatman pale,

To the better shore of the spirit land. I shall know the loved, who have gone before,

And joyfully sweet will the meeting be, When over the river, the peaceful river,

The angel of death shall carry me.

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