GRIEFS UNTOLD.
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In silence blooms the Summer rose, With damask cheek and odorous breath, And ne'er a ruddy leaf that blows Whispers of canker or of death: But sweetly smiles the lovely flower All through the sunshine warm and gay, And tells not of the canker-dower That eats its inmost heart away.
In gladness rolls the river bright Down through the meadow grassy-green, With ripples full of laughing light That wake with joy the sunny scene. From morn till morn, with cheery tread, The stream walks on with ne'er a sigh, Nor tells of pebbles hard and dead That deep below the surface lie.