HERE'S TO THE HEART THAT'S EVER BRIGHT.

HERE'S to a heart that's ever bright, Whatever may betide it, Though fortune may not smile aright, And evil is beside it; That lets the world go smiling on, But, when it leans to sadness, Will cheer the heart of every one With its bright smile of gladness! A fig for those who always sigh And fear an ill to-morrow; Who, when they have no troubles nigh, Will countless evils borrow; Who poison every cup of joy, By throwing in a bramble; And every hour of time employ In a vexatious scramble. What though the heart be sometimes sad! 'T is better not to show it; 'T will only chill a heart that's glad, If it should chance to know it. So, cheer thee up if evil's nigh, Droop not beneath thy sadness; If sorrow finds thou wilt not sigh, 'T will leave thy heart to gladness.