Silent Tears

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Title:     Silent Tears
Author: Henry Kendall [More Titles by Kendall]

What bitter sorrow courses down
Yon mourner's faded cheek?
Those scalding drops betray a grief
Within, too full to speak.
Outspoken words cannot express
The pangs, the pains of years;
They're ne'er so deep or eloquent
As are those silent tears.

Here is a wound that in the breast
Must canker, hid'n from sight;
Though all without seems sunny day,
Within 'tis ever night.
Yet sometimes from this secret source
The gloomy truth appears;
The wind's dark dungeon must have vent
If but in silent tears.

The world may deem from outward looks
That heart is hard and cold;
But oh! could they the mantle lift
What sorrows would be told!
Then, only then, the truth would show
Which most the bosom sears:
The pain portrayed by burning words
Or that by--silent tears.

[The end]
Henry Kendall's poem: Silent Tears

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