Best of All by James Whitcomb Riley — Read

Of all good gifts that the Lord lets fall, / Is not silence the best of all?

The deep, sweet hush when the song is closed, / And every sound but a voiceless ghost;

And every sigh, as we listening leant, / A breathless quiet of vast content?

The laughs we laughed have a purer ring / With but their memory echoing;

And the joys we voiced, and the words we said, / Seem so dearer for being dead.

So of all good gifts that the Lord lets fall, / Is not silence the best of all?