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.