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Show THE MA.KES7. BY ELIZABETH B. BROWNING. I have a smUinjr fnco, shoeaiJ 1 bnveajtrst lor all I ineyt.' I in. ft a gar laud fW Diy bend And nil its tluwers aro sweet And so you call me fjay, gbtt said. Grief UiiRht me this smile, she ;aid, And wrong did teach thU jesting bold, These fliweri were plucked from gardoo-bed gardoo-bed "While A death chime was tolled; And what will you say? ahe said. I know my face is bright, she said Such brightness dyiugsuns dill'usc. I bear upun my forehead abed Tho Sinn of what I lose , The unding of my day, she said. If I dared to Icxvo this Btnile, Bhe said, And take a moan upon my mouth And tie a cypress 'round ray head, And let my tears run smooth It were the happiest way, she said. And since th&' must not be, sho said, I fain your bitter world would leave. Ilow calmly, cslmly sniilo tho dead Why do you not, therefore,1' grieve? Tho yea of heaven, is yea, she said, But in your bitter world, she Gaid, Fhcq joy's & costly mask lo wear, 'Tin bought with pangs long nourished. And rounded to dispair. Griefs earnest makes life's play, she said. Ye weep for those who weep? ehe said Ah fools! I bid you pass them by. Go weep for thoso whose hearts have bied "What timo their hearts wore dry. "What sadder can I say, she said. |