Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume I/Secrets
For works with similar titles, see Secrets.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE CONFESSION.
Life has secrets; and the hearts are few
That treasure not some sorrow from the world—
A sorrow silent, gloomy, and unknown,
Yet colouring the future from the past.
We see the eye subdued, the practised smile,
The word well weighed before it pass the lip,
And know not of the misery within:
Yet there it works incessantly, and fears
The time to come; for time is terrible,
Avenging, and betraying.
Blanchard’s title is:
SECRETS
In The New York Mirror (10th March 1838), as Secrets