The Home Circle | AdventAI

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Dec 11, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 47.

The Home Circle.

UNKNOWN HEROES.

We see them, and we know them not, So plain in garb and mien are they; So lowly is their thankless lot, We hear not what they do or say.

And yet, for weary months and years, Without a murmur, plaint, or cry, Thousands, who eat their bread in tears, To daily duty pass us by.

A sickly mother, wan and worn, Bereft of cheerfulness and light, From longed-for rest and joy is torn, To work from early morn till night.

To steal one hour from dreary fate, Or falter in the hardest tasks, Would make some home disconsolate, And so no peace or joy she asks.

A little child, faint with its fears, A girl, untimely old and gray, A man, bent down by weight of years— All bravely go their bitter way.

We see them, and we know them not, So plain in garb and mien are they; So lowly is their thankless lot, We hear not what they do or say.

Heroes unknown—through weary years They make no sign of outward cry, But eat their bread with bitter tears, And we, in silence, pass them by. —Advocate.