SELF-LOVE-SELF-KNOWLEDGE-SELF-MURDER. 293 O! we are selfish beings even when we think Man, know thyself, all wisdom centers there. That we have weaned our souls from earthly YOUNG. And that thy heavenward soul would gain The man that blushes is not quite a brute. An early freedom from its chain, Was there not many a sign? YOUNG. A voice is heard, Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; Which, though it fall like dew on flowers, so I were but little happy if I could say how soft, Yet speaks each word much. SHAKSPEARE. Into the aching heart's unseen recess, The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails. SHAKSPEARE. But I lose ANONYMOUS. Thou leanest o'er thine infant's couch of pain; The wan, glazed eye, the wasted arm that fain Myself in Him, in light ineffable. Would reach and cling to thee. Yet is there quiet rest Prepared upon the Saviour's breast Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise. For babes unconscious borne on Calvary to be Silence! coeval with eternity! THOMSON. Thou wert ere nature's self began to be; 'Twas one vast nothing all, and all slept fast in thee. POPE. In silence mend what ills deform thy mind; But all thy good impart to all thy kind. STERLING. There is a silence where hath been no sound, Of antique palaces, where man hath been, And owls that flit continually between Shriek to the echo, and the low wind moan, There the true silence is, self-conscious and alone. HOOD. ANONYMOUS. The temple of our purest thoughts is-silence. MRS. HALE. |