Silent tears
M. White
Thou wakest full of gladness
From slumbers sweet and blest,
Unconscious of the sadness
In many a weary breast.
In peace thou hast been sleeping
For thou hast never mourn'd,
The day of bitter weeping
Not yet for thee hath dawn'd.
How oft a night of sorrow
Succeeds the weary day,
Yet all think on the morrow
The pain hath pass'd away.