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| 106 FLORA’S ALBUM. 
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Stramonium, Common. 





DISGUISE. 

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Oh! do not suppose that ray 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 ; | 
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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 cheek and the eye may be drest, | 
Whilst the clouds of dejection and sadness | 














In secret o’ershadow the breast. 




































