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IV. SOCIETY. BERNE.
The sad must wear the jester's mask;
And surely 'tis the hardest task
That can the sad employ:
Grief has no privilege to ask
For sympathy from joy.
And surely 'tis the hardest task
That can the sad employ:
Grief has no privilege to ask
For sympathy from joy.
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It is a melancholy art
To take the theme the gay impart
With a complacent smile:
They little think the secret heart
Is aching all the while.
To take the theme the gay impart
With a complacent smile:
They little think the secret heart
Is aching all the while.
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