I am not true, but you would pardon this br If you could see the tortured spirit take br Its place beside you in the dark, and break br Your daily food of love and kindliness. br You'd guess the bitter thing that treachery is, br Furtive and on its guard, asleep, awake, br Fearing to sin, yet fearing to forsake, br And daily giving Christ the Judas kiss. br br But piteous amends I make each day br To recompense the evil with the good; br With double pang I play the double part br Of all you trust and all that I betray.