THE BANKS OF DEATH’S STORMY STREAM

I have walked along the river’s banks & slept neath the tree-
Have followed the winding path to, and sat beside the sea-
Many times wandered the trails of the forrest’s cathedral-
Secure in Nature’s life sustaining fortress so beautiful-
Diligently followed the flight of the honey bee both South and North-
Have seen the sun rise so many times, warming myself in it’s warmth-
Have wandered the moon’s pathways and followed it’s silver beams-
So many wonderful by God’s hand painted scenes-
Now that my path leads to the banks of death’s stormy stream-
To cross over to be with my ancestors where the fields are always green-
Those on this plain who I love, those who love me will I know grieve-
But then I shall walk with God, and God’s Light will I never again leave.

The Ole Dog!

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