If There Is Sunshine in the Face

If there is sunshine in the face,

And joy upon the brow,

Do not suppose, that there's a trace

Of answering joy below.

And what avails the outward light,

Upon the face the smile;

If all within is dark as night,

If all is dead the while.

Deep in the heart the evil lies,

Which nought on earth can cure,

Aversion to the only Wise,

To God, the only Pure.

Oh Thou, who giv'st the heart renewed,

Withhold it not from me,

That, all my enmity subdued,

I may rejoice in Thee.

— Religious Maxims (1846).