Poems.
THE SWEETEST SONGS.
The sweetest songs are left unsung,
The sweetest themes unread,
The sweetest chords are left unstrung,
The sweetest words unsaid.
How strange it is, and yet how true,
Surpassing mortal ken,
We still can catch a blessed view
Of thought and times and men.
The sweetest themes unread,
The sweetest chords are left unstrung,
The sweetest words unsaid.
How strange it is, and yet how true,
Surpassing mortal ken,
We still can catch a blessed view
Of thought and times and men.
Though brightest paths remain unknown,
And few the heights we tread,
Though we must struggle on alone
With deepest tears unshed;
Although our hearts are anguish wrung
And ev'ry effort pain,
If we can keep another young,
We have not lived in vain.
And few the heights we tread,
Though we must struggle on alone
With deepest tears unshed;
Although our hearts are anguish wrung
And ev'ry effort pain,
If we can keep another young,
We have not lived in vain.
