We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,
This debt we pay to human guile1;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad2 subtleties3.
Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay4, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile5
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!