| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XIII. Farewell
A Voice from afar | | By John Henry Newman (1801–1890) |
| | | 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; | 5 |
| Nor miss my face, dear friends! | |
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| I still am near;— | |
| Watching the smiles I prized on earth, | |
| Your converse mild, your blameless mirth; | |
| Now too I hear | 10 |
| Of whisper’d sounds the tale complete, | |
| Low prayers, and musings sweet. | |
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| A sea before | |
| The Throne is spread;—its pure still glass | |
| Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass. | 15 |
| We, on its shore, | |
| Share, in the bosom of our rest, | |
| God’s knowledge, and are blest. | | | | |
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