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Additional Verse

TO “'TIS NOT THE TEAR,” OF THOMAS MOORE

'Tis the eye where o'er the shade of woe,
A wintry smile is gleaming,
'Tis the stifled sigh, suppressed and low,
From a heart all torn and streaming;

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'Tis the tear that falls, when not an eye
Its bitter pang can borrow;
'Tis the sob that bursts when no ear is nigh,
To catch its voice of sorrow.