Obituary of Brian Keith Rowley

THE BEYOND It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country, The Beyond; And yet, for it has grown to be The home of those of whom I am so fond. And so for me there is no death; It is but crossing, with abated breath, A little strip of sea, To find one’s loved ones waiting on the shore More beautiful, more precious than before. How blessed is the tie that binds Our hearts in lasting love, The comradeship of kindred minds Is like to that above. So when at last we have to part In sorrow and in pain, We know we still are Joined in heart Until we meet again.