We are not always glad when we smile: br Though we wear a fair face and are gay, br And the world we deceive br May not ever believe br We could laugh in a happier way.-- br Yet, down in the deeps of the soul, br Ofttimes, with our faces aglow, br There's an ache and a moan br That we know of alone, br And as only the hopeless may know. br br We are not always glad when we smile,-- br For the heart, in a tempest of pain, br May live in the guise br Of a smile in the eyes br As a rainbow may live in the rain; br And the stormiest night of our woe br May hang out a radiant star br Whose light in the sky br Of despair is a lie br As black as the thunder-clouds are. br br We are not always glad when we smile!-- br But the conscience is quick to record, br All the sorrow and sin br We are hiding within br Is plain in the sight of the Lord: br And ever, O ever, till pride br And evasion shall cease to defile br The sacred recess br Of the soul, we confess br We are not always glad when we smile.