POETRY.

SONG.
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It is not soft is not so;

 The world may think me gay, And on my cheek the ready smile May ceRs'css seem to play; s5 Tlsc ray that tips with gold the stream Gi,ls not the depth below All bright alike the eye may deem, But yct.--,t isnot so! Why ,o tI,c cold and careless throng : The secret griefreveal Why speak of one who was, to those Who do not, cannot teell No! Joy may light the brow--unknown, Unseen, the tear drop flow; 'Tisthe poor sorrowing heart alone Responds--it Is not so!