"Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful, and the end of that mirth
is heaviness."--PROVERBS xiv, _v._ 13.
What though kind friends that gather round me
Seek to make my heart rejoice?
I miss the face I love so dearly--
Miss the music of thy voice;
And though I smile, as if in gladness,
Tis but the phantom of a smile;
My heart, in sorrowing and sadness,
Mourns thy absence all the while.