Weep not for me
When thro' the portals of this life I pass,
For I shall see 
With mine own eyes, as thro'  translucent glass, 
Death's mystery.

Weep not for me. 
But rather let thy tears in anguish fall: 
Go cleanse from thee, 
All bitter slower doubts, that cloudeth like a pall 
Thy charity.

Weep not for me; 
God gave His Son our lives to save, 
So let it be,
There is no death, beyond the earth ly grave, 
Weep not for me