The Tree of the Valley.
The tree of the valley1
Waves gracefully round,2
Its green leaves in beauty3
Adorning the ground !4
But dark ’neath its verdure5
The broken bough grieves ;6
And deep are its storm-wounds,7
Though hid by the leaves !8
’Tis thus with ourselves,9
To the world we appear10
All smiles, as unknowing11
A sigh, or a tear !12
And little they think,13
Whom the light laugh beguiles,14
That hearts which are breaking15
Hide sorrow ’neath smiles !16