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Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed; / Yes, I was firm-thus wert not thou; - / My baffled looks did fear yet dread / To meet thy looks-I could not know / How anxiously they sought to shine / With soothing pity upon mine.
To sit and curb the soul's mute rage / Which preys upon itself alone; / To curse the life which is the cage / Of fettered grief that dares not groan, / Hiding from many a careless eye / The scorned load of agony.