XX. Because, whatever virtue dwells For gardens brightly springing, The flower which grew beneath your eyes, Beloved friends, to mine supplies A beauty worthier singing! THE MASK. I. I HAVE a smiling face, she said, I have a garland for my head And all its flowers are sweet, -- And so you call me gay, she said. II. Grief taught to me this smile, she said, III. Behind no prison-grate, she said, Which slurs the sunshine half a mile, Live captives so uncomforted As souls behind a smile. God's pity let us pray, she said. IV. I know my face is bright, she said,- The sign of what I lose, V. If I dared leave this smile, she said, VI. And since that must not be, she said, VII. But in your bitter world, she said, Face-joy's a costly mask to wear; "Tis bought with pangs long nourishëd, And rounded to despair: Grief's earnest makes life's play, she said. VIII. Ye weep for those who weep? she said— Whom sadder can I say? she said. CALLS ON THE HEART. I. FREE Heart, that singest to-day Wilt thou go forth to the world Where the hawk hath his wing unfurled While the little hip grows for the free behind? – No, no! 'Free hearts are better so.' II. The world, thou hast heard it told, And the pieces stick to the hand; The world goes riding it fair and grand, |