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It seemeth such a little way to me / Across to that strange country -- the Beyond; / And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be / The home of those of whom I am so fond, / They make it seem familiar and most dear, / As journeying friends bring distant regions near.
So close it lies that when my sight is clear / I think I almost see the gleaming strand. / I know I feel those who have gone from here / Come near enough sometimes to touch my hand. / I often think, but for our veiled eyes, / We should find Heaven right round about us lies.