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Oh, do not suppose that my hours


Are always uncloudcd and gay,
Or that thorns never mix with the flowers,
That Fortune may fling in my way.
For doth not the calm CLASSY ocean


Conceal the deep struggle below?
Even thus is The hearts deep emotion


Concealed by smiles transient glow.
When seen by the cold and unfeeling


| smile through the wo endure
But smiles are deceitful--concealing


The deep wounds they never can cure.
The heart may be sad and repining,


Though cheerfulness brighten the scene,
As goblet with gems may be shining,


Though poison's the portion within.
Thus oft in the sunshine of eladness,


The cheek and the eye may be drcst,
While clouds of detection and sadness
In secret o'ershadow the breast.
Bowling-Green.