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Lit with a look, though gay, demure!
A face that shines forth like an April day,
Where a sigh and a smile together vie :
The smile is victor, and yet one may

Know that beneath there lurks the sigh.

How does it look?' Long leagues away
Some one sits in the evening gloom
Musing alone; his fancies stray

To one much-loved face, to a well-known room.

How does it look?' that smooth young brow,

Those soft blue eyes which the teardrops dim: Does she not think of the wanderer now? Are not her thoughts away with him?

A Drawing-room. A clean hearth; a bright fire, and good lights. A round table, at which, sitting, and variously employed, are