Faces are blocks
Smoke screen kind
Brick walls are rough
Yet plain to be rough
‘Tis not so with faces
The picture screen is plain
Ever faithful to receptions
Ever so plain, ever so shaky
They never mince to say
The state of their heart
Walls are plain
Faces are vain
In shiny and plain looks
The scathed and coated text
Are countenances of walls
And the benevolence of builders
‘Tis not so with faces
That cover the benevolence of the builder
Smiling faces on evil minds
Sweetened mouth dressing caustic heart
Such a mixture of honey and lime
That faces often enshrine
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