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 13. A Voice from afar   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.  Horsepath .  September 29, 1829.