The Inermost Room

The slnger sang tho world a song And Böbn in every tender heari lts mclodv, aweet and etrong, Bocame n dear ana lasting part. But no ono know and n.i onwcared, Tliat from su] r imesl grief and wrong His breakinf; beurt li;ul luarnod the notes That trenibled iiito glorious song. A woman wlio from overy cnp Had drank lifo's ciad añd bitter streams, Sat down and wrote a wiindrous tale Assweetand brightaa fairy rueams. But no ono knevr and no onc carcd, From wliat tuniultuous sca of thi nitlit Tlie soul in lonoly oj lts parablo of lifo had bronght, Tho toaclior with a bnmlng hoart, Witli tonuo aa swift and hot as ñame, Led with a wiso and tender lionrt 'l'lio world into itsbigbesf ain. Tin: no onettaked and no ono know Throujjh wliat tiercé coDtliot, flay by day, He won tlio victorv wlüch clearod For we"aker lie.vrta Hft nigher way. For oaoh aonl has an inner room Whore alone it sceka tho graco To etiugtrlè with üh sharpestwoe, It.s bardest destiuy to faco. To üft tho dnty thaï t fears, To lovc, to trust, through every doom, Ai! nut tlu' Doare ieart, Soes with it to that inuor room. 'Tiw thoro that Houls learn how to sing, 'Tis thero the truoot knightH aro mado; Thorc, with tlio harp edge of her sword, ■r Horrow ives tho accolailt1. From wheuofl thcy coma with -ubtlestrongth Tho wtary and tiio Bad to lift; But who remembera that ad room, lts wtrife and don) and glooin, From which they bring thu pregona gift