Hate in the world's hand br Can carve and set its seal br Like the strong blast of sand br Which cuts into steel. br br I have seen how the finger of hate br Can mar and mould br Faces burned passionate br And frozen cold. br br Sorrowful faces worn br As stone with rain, br Faces writhing with scorn br And sullen with pain. br br But you have a proud face br Which the world cannot harm, br You have turned the pain to a grace br And the scorn to a charm. br br You have taken the arrows and slings br Which prick and bruise br And fashioned them into wings br For the heels of your shoes. br br From the world's hand which tries br To tear you apart br You have stolen the falcon's eyes br And the lion's heart.