Silent Grief.

Where is now my peace of mind?

Gone, alas! for evermore:

Turn where'er I may, I find

Thorns where roses bloomed before!

O'er the green-fields of my soul,

Where the springs of joy were found,

Now the clouds of sorrow roll,

Shading all the prospect round!

Do I merit pangs like these,

That have cleft my heart in twain?

Must I, to the very lees,

Drain thy bitter chalice, Pain?

Silent grief all grief excels;

Life and it together part —

Like a restless worm it dwells

Deep within the human heart!