SILENCE. (OF A DEAF PERSON.)

I SEE the small birds fluttering on the trees, And know the sweet notes they are softly singing; I see the green leaves trembling in the breeze, And know the rustling that such breeze is bringing; I see the waters rippling as they flow, And know the soothing murmur of their noise; I see the children in the fire-light’s glow, Laughing and playing with their varied toys; I see the signs of merriment and mirth; I see the music of God’s lovely earth; I see the earnest talk of friend with friend, And wish my earnest thoughts with theirs could blend; But oh! to my deaf ears there comes no sound, I live a life of silence most profound.