13. A Voice from afar

{40}
                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. {41}

                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.

Horsepath.
September
29, 1829.

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