Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1923-07-31 | Page 5 | Behind the Mask

BEHIND TIn THE TI MASK By Berton ahoy Braley You cant can't alwa always alwais s tell by their aces How people arc feeling within pain doesn't always leale leaie traces tracos Nor joy always show In a grin grinTon You find that each life lIte has hils ItS f fleaven s lea leaven en enOt Of Ot things that go ill 1 or go well We each have our own little heaven ye We each have hao our own little hell It If every man told you his story His innermost secrets and hopes His moments of ot uttermost gry g ry The Tho depths in which blindly he gropes You'd find were he seventy seven Or still In youth youths youth's glamorous spell He lives In his own little heaven He writhes In to hi his own little hellIt hell hellIt It may be bo that sometime hereafter Well We'll come to a final reward A paradise paradiso thrilling with laughter A hades of tortures abhorred But Dut anyhow life lite has it its leaven Of sorrows and bUsses as well We each have our own little heaven We each have our own little hell Copyright 1922 1928 NEA Service Inc Ine