RECOGNITION AS WE ARE KNOWN WE walk alone through all life's various ways, Through light and darkness, sorrow, joy, and change; And greeting each to each, through passing days Still we are strange. We hold our dear ones with a firm, strong grasp; We hear their voices, look into their eyes; We cannot know their hearts, howe'er we may AS WE ARE KNOWN Still, in each heart of hearts a hidden deep But, blessed thought, we shall not always so There comes a glorious day when we shall know As we are known. Eleanor Gray. OVER THE RIVER OVER the river they beckon to me, Loved ones who crossed to the other side; The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are drowned by the rushing 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 that met him thereThe gate of the city we could not see; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands, waiting to welcome me. Over the river the boatman pale Carried another, the household pet; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale- OVER THE RIVER She closed on her bosom her dimpled hands And all our sunshine grew strangely dark. My childhood's idol is waiting for me. For none return from those quiet shores, And catch a glimpse of the snowy sail; And lo! they have passed from our yearning hearts They cross the stream and are gone for aye. We may not sunder the veil apart That hides from our vision the gates of day; We only know that their barks no more Sail with us o'er life's stormy sea; Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore, OVER THE RIVER And I sit and think when the sunset's gold And list to the sound of the boatman's oar. I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail; I shall 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, Nancy Woodbury Priest. |