Poem by Bishop Handley Moule

 Thish poem was often quoted by my late Grandmother, Agnes Emily Greeves.

I could not find it for ages because I was not putting the right words into Google.

I think it is worth preserving.

Not far away our blessed are, 

Though hidden from our famished eyes;

It is not in some distant star

Their happy paradise.

They are with Jesus - where he is:

And all the days he is with us - 

The Holy Place the Bower of Bliss

Is near, is present thus.

There in their perfect life unseen, 

No gulfs of space from us divide,

'Tis but the Lord who walks between,

And we his other side. 

Bishop H. Moule. c.1909