THE SEER OF HEARTS

By Theodosia Garrison

For mocking on men's faces

He only sees instead

The hidden, hundred traces

Of tears their eyes have shed.

Above their lips denying,

Through all their boasting dares,

He hears the anguished crying

Of old unanswered prayers.

And through the will's reliance

He only sees aright

A frightened child's defiance

Left lonely in the night.