The Argosy — page 103: what you’re looking at

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8§ BY THE “GATES OF "THE (sie BRIGHT amber bars oer all the West, With glow as deep as ruddy ore ; The weary coming home for rest, And children’s laughter from the shore. The mellow chimes of evening bells, The ships receding o’er the main ; The tear-dimmed eyes and sad farewells Which have been and will be again. A seven years’ child upon the sands Amidst the gold-lipped mystic shells, Which murmur of fair sunny lands Where wondrous music ebbs and swells. With growing joy his eager ear Hears songs from isles in emerald seas, And strains of heavenly music clear Of his life’s far-back mysteries. An aged man with silvered hair Gazing into the glowing West, With wistful eyes and yearning prayer For peace and home and perfect rest ; Slow searching through the years gone by For some sweet, tender, long-lost strain ; And vainly calling with a sigh On friends who answer not again. Two children on the shining shore, Amidst their palaces of sand ; Two worn ones by the cottage door, The open Book of God at hand. Two lovers happy, loyal, brave, And knit together for the strife ; Two resting in one peaceful grave,— So thus goes on the round of life! ALEXANDER LAMONT. cr ve if Gomilcbooks (Elo) mn "