THE SILENT LIFE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VII, Issue 11, 14 March 1891, Page 6

THE SILENT LIFE.

WE lead two lives—the outward seeming fair, And full of smiles that on the surface lie ; The other spent in many a silent prayer, With thoughts and feeling hidden from the eye. The weary, weary hours of mental pain, Unspoken yearnings for the dear ones gone The wishes half defined yet crushed again, Make up the silent life we lead alone. And happy visions we may never show Gild all the silent life with sweet romance ; That they will fade like sunset’s clouds we know, Yet life seems blighter for each stolen glance. This silent life—we little reck its power To strengthen us for either good or ill, Whether we train our thoughts like birds to soar Or let them wander wheresoe’er they will. This silent life not those we love may share, Though day by day we strive to draw them close ; Our secret chamber—none may enter there, Save that one eye that never seeks repose. And if beneath that eye we do not quail, Though all the world may turn from us aside, We own a secret power that shall prevail When every motive of our life is tried. Builders and others will save from one pound to thirty shillings per ton by using ‘ ORB ' CORRUGATED IRON.