p. 363 | A THOUGHT by Abram J. Ryan

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 9, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 23.

A THOUGHT.

By Abram J. Ryan

Hearts that are great beat never loud; They muffle their music when they come; They hurry away from the thronging crowd, With bended brows and lips half dumb.

And the world looks on, and mutters, "Proud;" But when great hearts have passed away, Men gather in awe, and kiss their shroud, And in love they kneel around their clay.

Hearts that are great are always lone; They never will manifest their best; Their greatest greatness is unknown; Earth knows a little—God the rest. —Abram J. Ryan.