Eight Favourite Songs/It is Not So

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IT IS NOT SO.

It is not so—is not so—The worid may think me gay,And on my cheek the ready smileMay ceaseless seem to play; ​The ray which tips with gold the stream,Gilds not the depths below;All bright alike the eye may deem,But yet—it is not so.
Why to the cold and careless throngMy ceaseless grief reveal?Why speak of what I was, to thoseWho do not, cannot feel?No! joy may light the brow—unknown,Unseen my tear-drops flow,'Tis my poor, sorrowing heart alone.Responds—it is not so.

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