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Show ' , A VOICE FROM AFAR. Weep not for me ; Be blithe ai wont, nor tinge with gloom The stream of love that clrcleB home, Light hearts and free! Joy in the gifts heaven's bounty lends; Nor miss my face, dear friends. I still am hear, Watching the smiles I prized on earth, Tour converse mild ; your blameless mirth ; Now. too, I hear Of whispered sounds the tale complete, Low prayers and musinns sweet, A sea before The throne, Is spread its pure, still glass Pictures air earth scenes as they pass ; We, on the shore, Bhare in the bosom of our rest Qod's knowledge, and are test, ' ' . John Henry Hewman. |