THE UNWRITTEN PAGE
Thou pure, white page,
There is no friend like thee!
For patience rare,
And kindly sympathy.
There is no friend like thee!
For patience rare,
And kindly sympathy.
Thou dost not check nor chill
The ready flow
Of thoughts that leave
The human heart aglow.
The ready flow
Of thoughts that leave
The human heart aglow.
No lover thou,
To silence, with a kiss,
The lips that urge
Some burning thought amiss.
To silence, with a kiss,
The lips that urge
Some burning thought amiss.
No friend to look askance
At words too bold,
Or frown, because we find
The world so cold.
At words too bold,
Or frown, because we find
The world so cold.