The Poetry Corner

Silent Tears

By Henry Kendall

What bitter sorrow courses down Yon mourners faded cheek? Those scalding drops betray a grief Within, too full to speak. Outspoken words cannot express The pangs, the pains of years; Theyre neer so deep or eloquent As are those silent tears. Here is a wound that in the breast Must canker, hidn from sight; Though all without seems sunny day, Within Tis ever night. Yet sometimes from this secret source The gloomy truth appears; The winds 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.