Poem by George Pope Morris

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!

1. National Anthem
2. Twenty Years Ago
3. The Miniature
4. The Bacchanal
5. When Other Friends

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