I weep, but there has been no church bell’s knell;
Nor is my sadness the sadness of farewell:
Oh, if my loved were only absent, just away!
Of, if my loved had entered heaven’s day!
Then I could bear it, and once more rejoice,
Though I might often miss a long loved voice.
There is a fate than that of death more sad,
A fate that can new sorrow ever add;
There is an absence that is absence from the heart
When those we love from ways of life depart.
I have great sorrow and unceasing pain,
But may my prayer at last, not be in vain.