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Hidden Sorrows.

For some the river of life would seem

Free from the shallow, the reef, or bar,

As they gently glide down the silvery stream

With scarcely a ripple, a lurch, or jar;

But under the surface, calm and fair,

Lurk the hidden snags, and the secret care;

The waters are deepest where still, and clear,

And the sternest anguish forbids a tear.

For others, the pathway of life is strewn

With many a thorn, for each rose or bud;

And their journey o'er mountain, o'er moor, and dune,

Can be plainly tracked by footprints of blood;

But deeper still lies the hidden smart

Of some secret sorrow, which gnaws the heart,

And rankles under a surface clear;

For the sternest anguish forbids a tear.

But, when the journey's end we see,

At the bar of the Judge of quick and dead,

The cross, which the one bore silently

May outweigh his of the bloodstained tread.

The cross unseen, and the cross of light,

May balance in that Judge's sight;

O'er the heart that is breaking a smile may appear,

For the sternest anguish forbids a tear.