|I sometimes watch from a busy store
The people, as they pass,
Diminish and expand before
A wry faced window glass.
They hasten on their sober ways,
And none among them knows
What acrobatic pranks and plays
His image undergoes.
And I am always saddened when
This travesty I see;
It brings a grievous fault of men
So forcibly to me.
For men discard the lens of love,
And look through prejudice;
They see the man they're thinking of
Distorted much like this.
And thus am I misunderstood,
What wonder I am sad!
The very acts I mean for good,
They misconstrue as bad.
But some there be who understand
Rare prophets, vision eyed;
With these I labor hand in hand,
Or suffer side by side.
__Harry Edward Mills.
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)