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THE FARTHER SHORE

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 25, 1873

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 41, No. 15.

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THE FARTHER SHORE.

The night is long and lonely, and we wait With silent watchfulness with sleepless fears For One who shall unlock the shining gate, And end the darkness of this night of tears.
Before us, through the gloom, a river runs With silent tide, forever dark and still; Reflecting no white moons or golden suns, Tossed by no waves—so ghastly—calm and still.
No murmuring ripple and no friendly roar Warns; in the darkness, of the dangerous brink, We know not, ever, whither lies the shore, Nor at what moment we may slip and sink.
Close at our feet may be these waters wide— So we grope darkly, and one footfall more May be a leap into the swallowing tide, Where countless thousands have gone down before.
A chilling plunge—an end of life's swift dream— And the still river shall flow calmly on, As silent as before. O ruthless stream! So cold and pitilessly thy waters run!
Yet this dark river has another shore, And yonder, yonder is the golden gate! A flood of light shall break these waters o'er, When He unlocks it—he for whom we wait.
Then shall the sleepers wake. The hungry tide, His dead shall gather to its arms no more. The glad and glorious throng, cleansed, purified, Shall stand in white upon the farther shore.