Weep not for me;— <br />Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom <br />The stream of love that circles home, <br />Light hearts and free! <br />Joy in the gifts Heaven’s bounty lends; <br />Nor miss my face, dear friends! <br /> <br />I still am near;— <br />Watching the smiles I prized on earth, <br />Your converse mild, your blameless mirth; <br />Now too I hear <br />Of whisper’d sounds the tale complete, <br />Low prayers, and musings sweet. <br /> <br />A sea before <br />The Throne is spread;—its pure still glass <br />Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass. <br />We, on its shore, <br />Share, in the bosom of our rest, <br />God's knowledge, and are blest.<br /><br />John Henry Newman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-voice-from-afar-3/
