Trust not the ready smile!
'Tis a delusive glow--
For cold and dark the while
The spirits flag below.
With a beam of departed joy,
The eye may kindle yet:
As the cloud in yon wintry sky,
Still glows with the sun that is set,
The cloud will vanish away--
The sun while shine to morrow--
To me shall break no day
On this dull night of sorrow!