A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer (3rd ed.)/The Dissembler
The Dissembler.
She may dissemble, and the world may give
Her credit for a mastery yet unperformed
O'er feelings that entwine her heart, and live
By latent love and fond remembrance warmed.
The gaiety assumed to aid disguise,
By pride engendered, badly plays its part;
Serves but to herald on a hundred sighs,
Sad native language of a broken heart.
Is it not maddening that a heart should fall
A prey to Pride's base mandate, yet
Feel while it bows beneath the baneful thrall
A love it would not, if it could, forget.