iQo *Ci^ toell ti)at iue are not Crani^pairent. 



Though pretty the hnes your kindly pen 

 Has worded, and I thank thee much, 



Still, the bed which is made by reckless men, 

 If of thorns, for aye must they he on such. 



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IS well that we are not transparent ; 



How humbled most of us would feel 

 If our hearts' thoughts were made 

 apparent, 

 If words were honest wishes real. 



If ev'ry glance and thought and action 



Were patent to be read by all. 

 Our pride would undergo contraction. 



Our bitter speeches not appal. 



Then those beneath our glances quailing. 



And fearing now rebuke or sneer, 

 Might find us bitterly bewailing 



Our chances lost for ever here. 



But when we see as He sees, clearly ; 



When one and all cast off disguise ; 

 Methinks those rank'd by Him most dearly 



Will wipe the shame tears from our eyes. 



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