The simplest of the words it may be,
It is the hardest to conceive to thee,
Above the river Flows,
The lips Concealed,
The mirror to the Soul shows,
The sorrows fulfilled,
To thee the Beauty only a glance,
To thy the heart Blossoms a dance,
The pictures potrays Shadows now,
Truely the joy cruely Stripped with a bow,
Applause,
With hats Down,
So the Sinner, the Clown...