  SO far! Is it so far then, that dear country Which homesick hearts expectant claim as theirs, Chiding the years as slow which patient come and go, And make no answer to reproach or prayers? Is it so far then? For at times it seemeth More dear, familiar, close than aught beside, Bounding our mortal day, lying beside our way, Only the little veil of flesh to hide. Is it so far? When those who have gone thither Seem so near always, always near and sure, Loving and aiding still, sharing our joy and ill, Lifting our burdens, helping to endure. Is it so far then? I cannot believe it. When the veil parts and rends and lets us through, The first surprise of bliss, I think, will be in this, That the far off was nearer than we knew; That what we mourned as lost was close beside us, Touching us every day in every spot, While, blinded with dull tears, groping through faithless years, We were upheld and led and knew it not. Let us not call it far—the heavenly country; It bounds our little space like viewless air, And while we sorrowing say that it is far away We touch it, all unknowing, everywhere. |
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