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 the river they beckon to me, Loved ones who've crossed to the further side ; The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are lost in the dashing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes the reflection of heaven's own blue ; He crossed in the twilight, gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there; The gates of the city we could not see ; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me.