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CHAPTER XXII.
DISCOVERY.
Who, that had looked on her that morn,
Could dream of all her heart had borne?
Her cheek was red, but who could know
'T was flushing with the strife below?
Her eye was bright, but who could tell
It shone with tears she strove to quell?
Her voice was gay, her step was light,
And beaming, beautiful, and bright:
It was as if life could confer
Nothing but happiness on her.
Ah! who could think that all so fair
Was semblance, and but misery there!
Blanchard’s title is:
FALSE APPEARANCES
From The Troubadour, Canto IV
