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548 My soul was seared like sin to see the falsehood of the place; And the innocence that mocked me, while in dim unseen recesses There were larking fouler secrets than the furtive reptile face.

And since then,—O, why the burden?—when the joyous faces greet me. With their eyes of limpid innocence, and words devoid of art, I cannot trust their seeming, but must ask what eyes would meet me Could I look in sudden silence at the secrets of the heart!