A Voice From Afar

Weep not for me;-
Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom
The stream of love that circles home,
Light hearts and free!
Joy in the gifts Heaven-s bounty lends;
Nor miss my face, dear friends!

I still am near;-
Watching the smiles I prized on earth,
Your converse mild, your blameless mirth;
Now too I hear
Of whisper-d sounds the tale complete,
Low prayers, and musings sweet.

A sea before
The Throne is spread;-its pure still glass
Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass.
We, on its shore,
Share, in the bosom of our rest,
God's knowledge, and are blest.