The Treasury Of Sacred Song

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.