We wear the mask that
grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and
shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to
human guile;
With torn and bleeding
hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad
subtleties.
Why should the world be
over-wise,
In counting all our
tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see
us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great
Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured
souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay
is vile
Beneath our feet, and
long the mile;
But let the world dream
otherwise,
We wear the mask!
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