The Unknown

THE UNKNOWN. {.For the Improvement Era. There are songs enough for the hero, Who dwells on the heights of fame; I sing for the disappointed, For those who missed their aim. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Some lives have never been written, Victories glorious, triumphant, Some stories have never been told, Though no one may witness the fray. Grave secrets in proud hearts lie hidden, And often the jewel most precious, And sorrows too keen to unfold. Lies buried in deeps far away. Some depths have never been sounded. But I know there is joy for each sor- Some heights no mortal can reach ^^^> Some questions have never been an- ^ ^^now there are smiles for each tear, swered, That when the great Book is laid open^ Some thoughts have never found Vexed questions will all be made speech. clear. There are heroes dwelling in silence. There are songs for the hero unknown Forsaken and always unsung; Far sweeter than music of earth; And battles are fought in the stillness, And he who has conquered in silence. Where victories mighty are won The universe chanteth his worth. His glory sheds over the ages. Far out through the limits of time To find a famed niche in His Temple, And radiate with the Divine. Salt Lake City, Utah. Ruth May Fox.