SONG.
I MAY SEEM HAPPY.
I may seem happy—who can tell
The bosom's inward thought?
You think me joyous—it is well—
The lip-smile may be taught.
The bosom's inward thought?
You think me joyous—it is well—
The lip-smile may be taught.
I may seem happy—in the dance,
Who bounds so lightly there?
But midst that ball-room's gay expanse
There throbs a heart's despair.
Who bounds so lightly there?
But midst that ball-room's gay expanse
There throbs a heart's despair.
I may seem happy—but that voice,
Ringing its mirth-tones near,
Tells me not of a heart's rejoice,
But many a wail and tear.
Ringing its mirth-tones near,
Tells me not of a heart's rejoice,
But many a wail and tear.
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