What Bitter Sorrow Courses Down Yon Mourner'S Faded Cheek? Those Scalding Drops Betray A Grief Within, Too Full To Speak. Outspoken Words Cannot Express The Pangs, The Pains Of Years; They're Ne'er So Deep Or Eloquent As Are Those Silent Tears. Here Is A Wound That In The Breast Must Canker, Hid'N From Sight; Though All Without Seems Sunny Day, Within 'Tis Ever Night. Yet Sometimes From This Secret Source The Gloomy Truth Appears; The Wind'S Dark Dungeon Must Have Vent If But In Silent Tears. The World May Deem From Outward Looks That Heart Is Hard And Cold; But Oh! Could They The Mantle Lift What Sorrows Would Be Told! Then, Only Then, The Truth Would Show Which Most The Bosom Sears: The Pain Portrayed By Burning Words Or That By Silent Tears.