The Argosy — page 257: what you’re looking at

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240 ON THE SHORE. BEYOND those sunset bars of gold, Which light the waves of the purple sea, Near the crystal river, the pearly gate, know you are watching and waiting for me. Not weary, not fearful, for Time with you Is never measured by lingering years, And the golden points on the dial’s face Are numbered by smiles, and not by tears. ‘To-night as I walk on the lonely shore, And list to the mournful surge’s beat, I think of the music that falls on your ear, Of the beautiful blossoms that lie at your feet. And ’tis joy to know that no grief of mine Can darken a brow so bright and fair ; Yet I sometimes fancy my spirit can feel A gleam from the glorious radiance there. A boat will lie shortly on yonder wave, The Boatman be drawing towards the shore: His call of warning I soon shall hear, And the soft, low plash of His ready oar. He will bear me safely, His arm is strong, Till the walls of the golden gate I see ; And when I reach it your task is done, There is no more watching and waiting for me. (COMICS 0)(0\(0) cS) (E(0) m