The Jester
All the fool’s gold of the world,
All your dusty pageantries,
All your reeking praise of Self,
All your wise men’s sophistries,
All that springs of golden birth,
Is not half the jester’s worth!
Who’s the jester? He is one,
Who behind the scenes hath been,
Caught Life with his make-up off,
Found him but a harlequin
Cast to play a tragic part—
And the two laughed, heart to heart!