Let candles burn, both warm and bright, Which to our darkness Thou has brought, When we are wrapped in silence most profound, May we hear that song most fully raised From all the Unseen World that lies around And Thou art by all Thy children praised.
Night and morning, You are by us faithfully And surely at each newborn day.
It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but great are those who in the midst of the crowd keep with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
What a strange power there is in silence. How many resolutions are formed, how many sublime conquests effected, during that pause when lips are closed and the soul secretly feels the eye of her Maker upon her.
