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While down the river we float on forever,
 Speak not, ah, breathe not,—there 's peace on the deep.

Heaven shine above us, bless all that love us,
 All whom we love in thy tenderness keep!
While down the river we float on forever,
 Speak not, ah, breathe not,—there 's peace on the deep.

THE RIVER SHORE.

For an old tune of Dowland's.

ALKING 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 white feet o'er the river,
 Smiling towards the silent shore.

So we pray in His good pleasure
 When this world we we safely trod,
We may walk beside the river
 Flowing from the throne of God: