Here you will find the Poem A Voice from Afar of poet John Henry Newman
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.
