THE INNERMOST ROOM.

Te Aroha News, Volume II, Issue 92, 7 March 1885, Page 6

THE INNERMOST ROOM.

The singor sang the world a song, And soon in every tender heart Its melody, sweet and strong, Became ft dear and lastly part. But no one know and no one cared That from supremest grief and wrong His breaking heart had learned the notes That trembled into glorious song. A woman who from every cup Had drunk life's glad and bitter streams, Sat down and wrote a wondrous tale, As sweet and bright as fairy dreams. But no odd knew and no one cared, From what tumultuous soa of thought The soul in lonely voyages Its parable of life had brought. Tho teacher with a burning heart, With tongue as swift and hot as flame, Led with a wiso and cender heart The world into its highest aim. But no one asked and no one know Through what fierce conflict, day by day, Ho won tho victory which cleared For weaker hearts tho higher way.

For each soul has one inner room Whero alone it seeks the grace To struggle with its sharpest woe, Its hardest destiny to face. To lift the duty that it fears, To love, to tiust, through every doom, And not the nearest, dearest heart, Goes with it to that inner room.

Tia there that soul 3 learn how to sing, 'TiB thore tho truest knights are made ; There, with the sharp edge of her sword, Great sorrow gives the accolade, From whence they come wifh subtle strength The woary and the sad to lift ; But who remembers that sad room, Its strife and doubt, its grief and gloom, From which they bring tho precious gift?