THE LIP MAY SMILE.
The lip may smile
With beauty's wile,
Though grief corrode the heart;
And who may know
The secret woe
It cannot all impart?
With beauty's wile,
Though grief corrode the heart;
And who may know
The secret woe
It cannot all impart?
The laugh as bright
As sunny light
May banish others' care;
And who may guess
The hopelessness
Of grief they cannot share?
As sunny light
May banish others' care;
And who may guess
The hopelessness
Of grief they cannot share?
The brow may wear
No trace of care,
Though darkling sorrows lower;
And who will think
The heart doth shrink
'Neath sorrow's blighting power?
No trace of care,
Though darkling sorrows lower;
And who will think
The heart doth shrink
'Neath sorrow's blighting power?
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