IN silence mighty things are wrought;
Silently builded thought on thought,
Truth’s temple greets the sky;
And like a citadel with towers,
The soul with her subservient powers
Is strengthened silently.
Soundless as chariots on the snow,
The saplings in the forest grow
To trees of mighty girth;
Each nightly star in silence burns,
And every day in silence turns
The axle of the earth.
Thomas T. Lynch
SILENCE came before creation, and the heavens were spread without a word. Christ was born at dead of night; and though there has been no power like His, “He did not strive nor cry, neither was His voice heard in the streets.” Nowhere can you find any beautiful work, any noble design, any durable endeavour, that was not matured in long and patient silence, ere it spake out in its accomplishment.
SILENCE is the element in which great things fashion themselves together, that, at length, they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of life, which they are henceforth to rule.