SILENT GRIEFS by Sel.

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 31, 1876

SILENT GRIEFS.

By Sel.

There are sighs unheard, there are tears unwept, There are lutes unstrung, there are harps unwept, There are griefs unknown, there are thoughts untold, There are hearts that beat warm when they are cold, There are loves unlost when they seem so dead, There are wounds unseen that have often bled; For the soul feels most when in silence deep It lives unheard, as the winds in their sleep.

There are sorrows dark that o'ercloud our way, And that shade our hearts in life's glad day; There are joys unfelt, there are hopes unfed, There are pledges hushed, there are vows unsaid; There are flowers dead mong the blooming leaves, There are treasures lost mong the golden sheaves; There are memories sweet, and we love them well, But the eyes grow dim as the currents swell.

There are friendships gone like the dews of morn, There are smiles now turned to the coldest scorn; There are dreams we loved in the days gone by, When the sun was warm and so bright our sky, That are passed like spray on the ocean's breast, When the storm has ceased and her waters rest, And the heart grows sad that its loves have fled, That its hopes are gone and its garlands dead.

There are scenes we knew that are faded now, There are gathered wreaths and a shaded brow, There are songs unsung we loved to hear When the heart was fresh and its pleasures near; There are footsteps laid in the sands of time, There are voices stilled in this earthly clime; But the echoes come from the boundless shore That lies beyond in the vast evermore.

There are prayers we breathe for the ones we love, While we linger here from our home above; Yet we smile to think that our griefs will cease And our hearts rejoice in an endless peace; Far away above the ethereal blue, Where each soul is glad and each heart is true, We will live in love, and her radiant beam Will inspire the soul with a heavenly dream. —Sel.