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HIDDEN SORROW.
He has gone at last; yet I could not see
When he passed to his final rest;
For he dropped asleep as quietly
As the moon drops out of the west.
When he passed to his final rest;
For he dropped asleep as quietly
As the moon drops out of the west.
And I only saw, though I kept my place,
That his mortal life was o'er,
By the look of peace across his face,
That never was there before.
That his mortal life was o'er,
By the look of peace across his face,
That never was there before.
Sorrow he surely had in the past,
Yet he uttered never a breath;
His lips were sealed in life as fast
As you see them sealed in death.
Yet he uttered never a breath;
His lips were sealed in life as fast
As you see them sealed in death.
Why he went from the world I do not know,
Hiding a grief so deep;
But I think, if he ever had told his woe,
He had found a better sleep.
Hiding a grief so deep;
But I think, if he ever had told his woe,
He had found a better sleep.
For our trouble must some time see the light,
And our anguish will have way;
And the infant, crying out in the night,
Reveals what it hid by day.
And our anguish will have way;
And the infant, crying out in the night,
Reveals what it hid by day.
And just like a needful, sweet relief
To that bursting heart it seems,
When the little child's unspoken grief
Runs into its pretty dreams.
To that bursting heart it seems,
When the little child's unspoken grief
Runs into its pretty dreams.
And I think, though his face looks hushed and mild,
And his slumber seems so deep,
He will sob in his grave, as a little child
Keeps sobbing on in its sleep.
And his slumber seems so deep,
He will sob in his grave, as a little child
Keeps sobbing on in its sleep.
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