Here’s to a heart that’s
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.
Brightly now on every
The sun’s first rays are beaming,
And dew-drops on each blade of grass
Are in their beauty gleaming.
O’er every hill and every vale
The huntsman’s horn is sounding,
And gayly o’er each brook and fence
His noble steed is bounding.
There’s beauty in the glorious sun
When high mid heaven ’t is shining,
There’s beauty in the forest oak
When vines are round it twining;
There’s beauty in each flower that blooms,
Each star whose light is glancing
From heaven to earth, as on apace
’T is noiselessly advancing.
Beauties are all around thy path,
And gloriously they’re shining;
Nature hath placed them everywhere,
To guard men from repining.
Yet ’mong them all there’s naught more fair,
This beauteous earth adorning,
Than the bright beauty gathering round
The early hours of morning.
When our hours shall all be
And the time shall come to die,
When the tear that long hath slumbered
Sparkles in the watcher’s eye,
Shall we not look back with pleasure
To the hour when some lone heart,
Of our soul’s abundant treasure,
From our bounty took a part?
When the hand of death is resting
On the friend we most do love,
And the spirit fast is hasting
To its holy home above,
Then the memory of each favor
We have given will to us be
Like a full and holy savor,
Bearing blessings rich and free.
O, then, brother, let thy labor
Be to do good while you live,
And to every friend and neighbor
Some kind word and sweet smile give.
Do it, all thy soul revealing,
And within your soul you’ll know
How one look of kindly feeling
Cause the tides of love to flow.