For mocking on men's faces
He only sees instead
The hidden, hundred traces
Of tears their eyes have shed.
Above their lips denying,
Through all their boasting dares,
He hears the anguished crying
Of old unanswered prayers.
And through the will's reliance
He only sees aright
A frightened child's defiance
Left lonely in the night.
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