'Twas the smile of the broken-hearted;
I watch'd her eye as she turn'd away,—
The tear to that eye had started.
For she thought of the times when she led the dance,
A stranger to sin and sorrow:
She thought of the times when the joys of to-day
But sweeten'd the joys of the morrow.
She thought of the cot and the rustic gown,
And the hearts that once adored her;
She thought of the parents that bless'd their child,