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The Truth Teller lifts the curtain, / And shows us the people's plight; / And everything seems uncertain, / And nothing at all looks right. / Yet out of the blackness groping, / My heart finds a world in bloom; / For it somehow is fashioned for hoping, / And it cannot live in the gloom.
He tells us from border to border, / That race is warring with race; / With riot and mad disorder, / The earth is a wretched place; / And yet ere the sun is setting / I am thinking of peace, not strife; / For my heart has a way of forgetting / All things save the joy of life.