A Voice from Afar

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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.

© John Henry Newman