Untitled Poem

by

Unknown

 

 

In the hush of the valley of silence

I dream all the songs that I sing;

And the music floats down the dim valley,

Till each finds a word for a wing,

That to hearts, like the dove of the deluge,

A message of peace they may bring.

 

But far on the deep there are billows

That never shall break on the beach;

And I have heard songs in the silence

That never shall float into speech;

And I have had dreams in the valley

Too lofty for language to reach.

 

And I have seen thoughts in the valley,---

Ah me, how my spirit was stirred!

And they wear holy veils on their faces,

Their footsteps can scarcely be heard;

They pass through the valley like virgins,

Too pure for the touch of a word.

 

Do you ask me the place of the valley,

Ye hearts that are harrowed by care?

It lieth afar between mountains,

And God and His angels are there:

One is the dark mountain of sorrow,

And one the bright mountain of prayer.