XXX + 

The Scars of Sin + 

My smile is bright, my glance is free, + 

My voice is calm and clear; + 

Dear friend, I seem a type to thee + 

Of holy love and fear. + 

But I am scann’d by eyes unseen, + 

And these no saint surround; + 

They mete what is by what has been, + 

And joy the lost is found. + 

Erst my good Angel shrank to see + 

My thoughts and ways of ill; + 

And now he scarce dare gaze on me, + 

Scar-seam’d and crippled still. + 