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STANZAS.
Yes, I am gay and smiling now,
But little dost thou know
How oft a light and careless brow
Is darkened o'er by woe.
But little dost thou know
How oft a light and careless brow
Is darkened o'er by woe.
The giddy word, the laughing eye,
Which would the truth disown,
Are changed for many a bitter sigh,
When the world hath left me lone.
Which would the truth disown,
Are changed for many a bitter sigh,
When the world hath left me lone.
The green and flowery blooming sod,
Where the sun is smiling still,
Touched by a peasant's hazel rod,
Reveals the secret rill.
Where the sun is smiling still,
Touched by a peasant's hazel rod,
Reveals the secret rill.
A child may chance that spring to wake
Which hath been sealed for years;
And random words the heart will break
That hides a fount of tears.
Which hath been sealed for years;
And random words the heart will break
That hides a fount of tears.
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