The Silver Crown

TO MY SISTER MAUD HOWE ELLIOTT A WINTER THOUGHT Hast thou e'er a grief, dear? Lock it in thy heart! Keep it, close it, Sacred and apart; Lest another, at thy sigh, Hear his sorrow stir and cry. Wakeful watch doth sorrow keep: Hush it! hide it! bid it sleep! Hast thou e'er a joy, love? Bind it on thy brow! Vaunt it, flaunt it, All the world to know. Where the shade lies dim and gray, Turn its glad and heartsome ray. Does thy sad-browed neighbor smile? So thy life was worth the while!