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(To You -- Everywhere! Dedicated)
They seem to smile as others smile, the masquerader's art / Conceals them, while, in verity, they're eating out their heart, / Betwixt the two contending stones of crass humanity / They lie, the fretted fabric of a dual dynasty.
A single drop, a sable strain debars them from their own --
The others -- fold them furtively, but God! they are alone, / Blown by the fickle winds of fate far from the traveled mart / To die, when they have quite consumed the morsel of their heart.
When man shall lift his lowered eyes to meet the moon of truth, / Shall break the shallow shell of pride and wax in ways of ruth, / He cannot hate, for love shall reign untrammelled in the soul, / While peace shall spread a rainbow o'er the earth from pole to pole.