I looked to hate—I found it bitterness.
Unto ambition—and it smiled upon me
But to elude my grasp:—unto a future,
My stubborn heart refuses its belief.
I have not learned deceit, nor schooled myself
To be a hypocrite. What I am, I am!
The secret sin of man—Hypocrisy—
Can never mate with me: Would that it could.
Wer’t so, I would not suffer as I must.
Could I but veil myself thus from men’s eyes,