Aqaric

Beyond the Distant Hill

Don't cry for me, though I am dead
         And all of life is lost,
My soul has passed to Paradise
         And death's the journey's cost.

The casket holds the life's remains
         That the gentle earth receives,
But when this world has lost a life
         Eternity conceives.

For when I heard the Shepherd call
         And knew my heart was still,
I ran to follow after Him
         Beyond the distant hill!

- Kate Watkins Furman