MAGGIE TO FRANK.
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I can only hear the angels Singing in their shining homeFar beyond the rolling river, Happy on the golden shore,—I can hear the music stealing Softly through the open door.
Calling, ever calling to me, From across the silent seaLying dark and cold between us— Little brother, come for me.Now, I feel your clasping fingers Folding closely over mine,And across the waveless water Golden lights begin to shine.Brother, lead your little sister Up before the great white throne,Where the loving Saviour tells us Little children are His own.
