(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: Naught forgetting, naught regretting, Lovely ghosts from days no more Glide with while 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: FOR INSPIRATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: A LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE by THOMAS NASHE HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY THE SWAMP FOX by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS THE PACIFIC RAILWAY by C. R. BALLARD |