And many envied that lone orphan girl
Her light and happy spirit—oh! it was
A bitter, burning mockery! when her life
Was one continued struggle with itself
To seem what it could never be—to hide
Its gnawing vulture ’neath a sunny smile—
To crush the soul that panted to be free—
And force her gasping heart to drink again
The love that fed upon itself and wore
Her inner life away!