We wear the mask that grins and lies, :: It hides our cheeks and and shades our eyes, :: This debt we pay to human guile; :: With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, :: And mouth with myraid subtleties. :: :: Why should the world be over-wise, :: In counting our tears and sighs? :: Nay, let them only see us, while :: We wear the mask. :: :: We smile, but, O great Iblees our cries :: To thee from toutured souls arise. :: We sing, but oh the clay is vile :: Beneath our feet, and long the mile; :: But let the world dream otherwise, :: We wear the mask.