Quotes by N. A. W. Priest

Over the river they beckon to me,    Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side, The gleam of their snowy robes I see,    But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.

— N. A. W. Priest

I shall know the loved who have gone before,      And joyfully sweet will the meeting be, When over the river, the peaceful river,      The angel of death shall carry me.

— N. A. W. Priest