Poems (Crandall)/Life's Heroes
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The Word Unsaid
It leaped in the brain but its life had fled
Ere it found expression—the word unsaid.
Why did you not send it with joy on its way
To smile in the hearts of those boys at play;
Or to chase the tears from that child away?
Ere it found expression—the word unsaid.
Why did you not send it with joy on its way
To smile in the hearts of those boys at play;
Or to chase the tears from that child away?
They are countless millions, these words unsaid,
These impulses kind but too quickly fled.
These beautiful thoughts that a moment live,
Are whispers from Heaven; but utterance give,
They are angels of mercy—forever they live.
These impulses kind but too quickly fled.
These beautiful thoughts that a moment live,
Are whispers from Heaven; but utterance give,
They are angels of mercy—forever they live.
Send them forth, send them forth on their mission of love.
Each gentle and pure as a snowy dove.
Crush them not in your struggle for pleasure or bread,
Give them form ere their life hath forever fled.
Oh, the joy that is missed through the words unsaid.
Each gentle and pure as a snowy dove.
Crush them not in your struggle for pleasure or bread,
Give them form ere their life hath forever fled.
Oh, the joy that is missed through the words unsaid.