106 ( floea’s album.. 
Stramoniiun, Common. 
DISGUISE. 
Oh! do not suppose that my hours 
Are always unclouded and gay ; 
Or that thorns never mix with the flowers 
That fortune has strewed in my way. 
When seen by the cold and unfeeling, 
We smile through the sorrows we feel; 
But smiles are deceitful, — concealing 
The wounds which they never can heal. 
Our moments of mirth may be many. 
And hope half our sorrows beguile; 
But, believe me, there cannot be any 
Whose features wear ever a smile. 
The heart may be sad and repining. 
Though cheerfulness brightens the scene j 
As a goblet with gems may be shining. 
Though bitter the portion within. 
A glittering volume may cover 
A story of sorrow and woe; 
And night’s gayest meteors may hover 
Where danger lies lurking below : 
' Thus oft in the sunshine of gladness 
The c]ieek and the eye may be drest. 
Whilst the clouds of dejection and sadness 
In secret o’crshado v the breast. 
