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. 

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