Classic Poem

O FRIEND , your face I cannot see,
Your voice I cannot hear,
But for us both breaks at our feet
The flood-tide of the year; —
The summer-tide all beautiful
With fragrance, and with song
Sung by the happy-hearted birds
To cheer the months along.

And so the mystery I show
Is this, all simple-sweet:
Because God's summer-tide so breaks
At yours and at my feet,
We're not so very far apart
As it at first would seem;
We're near each other in the Lord;
The miles are all a dream.