Some can talk, sagacious, tender,
Strong discourse and rare;
Others fill the room with splendor
Just by being there.
Some can drive the world to duty
By a brandished knife
Others by the silent beauty
Of a loving life
Some are praised to highest heaven
Through a brilliant hour;
Others as a quiet leaven
Wield eternal power.
Fine are speech and valiant action
Where the triumph rolls;
But—the endless satisfaction
Of the silent souls!