Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5101, 23 May 1885, Page 1

Select Poetry.

THE INNERMOST BOOM. The singer sang the world a song, | And soon in every tender heart Its melody so sweet and strong Became a dear and lasting part. Bat no one knew and uo 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 one knew and no one cared, From what tumultuous sea of thought The soul in lonely voyages Its parable of life bad brought. The teacher with a burning heart, With tongue as swift and hot as flame, Led with a wise ; and tender heart The world into its brighest aim. • But no one* asked and no one knew Through .-what fierce conflict, day by day, He won the victory which cleared For weaker hearts the higher way. - jEoi^each soul has one inner room „ Where alone it seeks the grace Tp struggle with its sharpest woe, Its hardest destiny to face., To lift the dnty that it fears, , To love, to trust, through every doom, And not the nearest, dearest heart, , Goes with it to that inner room. 'Tis there that souls learn how to sing-^ 'Tis there the truest knights are made-;" There, with the sharp edg« of her siirord, " Great sorrow gives the accolade, From whence they come with subtle strength The weary and the sad to .lift, '„;,-. But "who remembers that sad room, Its strife arid doubt, it's grief and gloom, From which they bring the precious gift.