George Henry Boker - LV lyrics

I strive to live my life in whitest truth, Even in the face of this deceitful world; And if in errors I am caught and whirled From the fair courses of my candid youth, I view my trespa**es with thoughtful ruth; And the poor mummer's scornful lip is curled, And a low curse indignantly is hurled At arts which others blindly take as sooth. But when I enter thy pure presence, Sweet, I come as one into a holy shrine. I taste the mystic wafer and the wine, And fraud and falsehood from my heart retreat. Through thy divinity I grow divine, And my world's mask lies empty at thy feet.