Fading Away.
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Joe could not reply, and Nelly closed her eyes, and whispered again to herself, as she had often done—
"Seaward fast the tide is gliding,
Shores in sunlight stretch away."
Drew down his weather-beaten wrinkled face and kissed him.
Then after awhile she spoke again, without opening her eyes.
"You'll not be long afore you comes too, will yer, Joe?"
