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Show THE POET. The pot sees the tragedy that lies Concealed within the heart from other eyes. t Behind the mask, behind the surface smile He .sees the gnawing canker grief the while. Be:ieath the word he sees the deener thought. And deeper still, the soul with sorrow fraught. All things reveal themselves to his ken, His chart is human life; his books are men. ' , And this secret is of all his art. He sees life wholly, others but in part. A godlike gift is this the gods bestow To see the truth, to feel it and to know. '. And thus because .e pierces the pretence Of shallow smiles and words disguitiing sense. - The poet may not follow others' lead I Ano lightly write what some may lightly read. , . j But true to life his linos some trace 'must bcv.r Of life's mysterious sorrow and despair, j The sweet music breathes a minor strain And life would not be perfect but for pain V .rni so the poet sings ot grief and strife. And. tears and fears, because such is life. D. A. McCarthy in the Pilot. |