— Thirza Richmond

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 11, 1906

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 83, No. 41.

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— Thirza Richmond

Trifles

You little thought the word you lightly spoke Would sear the heart of one you called your friend, And through long days cause him to writhe and bend. In voiceless agony beneath its yoke.
You did not know that half-contemptuous smile Would send a tottering faith far down the height, And hide from him that inner mystic light That leads a struggling soul from durance vile.
You deemed a thought hid deep within your breast Was all your own, and none would ever know Its secret presence in your life, when, lo, It stands revealed — a monstrous, bidden guest.

— Thirza Richmond