text:  What then I thought is human life if all that thus we see Of pageantry and of parade devoid of pleasure be! If only in the conscious heart true happiness abide How oft alas! has wretchedness but grandeur's cloak to hide? And when upon the outward cheek a transient smile appears We little reck how lately hath its bloom been damp'd by tears And how the voice whose thrillings from a light heart seem'd to rise Throughout each sleepless watch of night gave utterance but to sighs