Even Through The Hollow Eyes

God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourself Another.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.