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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 35 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CLERICAL OPPRESSORS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE THIRD CANTO, OR FULL MOON by WILLIAM BASSE ECHOES OF SPRING: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND TWO ROBBERS by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON IVAN IVANOVITCH by ROBERT BROWNING SONNET ON MOOR PARK; FORMERLY THE SEAT OF SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |