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But, midst the throng in merry masquerade,

Lurk there no hearts that throb with secret pain,

Even through the closest searment186 half betrayed? To such the gentle murmurs of the main Seem to re-echo all they mourn in vain; To such the gladness of the gamesome crowd Is source of wayward thought and stern disdain: How do they loathe the laughter idly loud, And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud!