Classic Poem

Behind the scenes the player king
Wears but a worthless crown;
He casts it by with careless fling
And hobnobs with the clown.
The lover, knave, and yokel low,
The princess in her teens,
Are all one station if you go
Behind the scenes.

Behind the scenes—two-edged thought
To prick inflated worth!
Mouth well the lines ye have been taught,
O great ones of the earth;
Stride grandly in your rich array,
Lords, ladies, kings and queens:
There's One that watcheth you alway
Behind the scenes.