Show hidden from the world I 1 saw a hoard of weary travelers pour forth to face life s battles at the dawn each wrapped him in his cloak that fell away from aching shoulder or from tired limb As it by chance it seemed to me who tried to hide upon my breast a burning scar living and hungry that appeared to be existent showing forth w th all my care heavy olds of cloth I 1 clothed it in A burning scar whose memory made alark the sun that shone for others and for me I 1 paused and let them pass me as I 1 stood sad and disheartened questioning why each man held close hia robe about him in one place only one then on an impulse sprang across the path of him who closest came tore loose the robe he beld about his throat and there red lipped and crouching like a beast lay a huge scar I 1 had not seen before ah then I 1 understood and as they passed grasping their garments close lest I 1 should see what they would h de from me in their despair each searched my face but oh I 1 did not see but stood with bended head if to add A bened atlon to their suffering and thought how bl nd how blind our eyes can be when one swift glance of introspection bides the bonow of the world the cark and care how each heart hides its anguish and its woe how each man drapes his cloak to hide bis scar ruth ir bookman jar |