Does the eagle know what is in the pit; Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod. Or Love in a golden bowl?

There is a smile of love,
And there is a smile of deceit,
And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet.

And there is a frown of hate,
And there is a frown of disdain,
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain.

For it sticks in the heart's deep core
And it sticks in the deep backbone -
And no smile that ever was smil'd.
But only one smile alone.

That betwixt the cradle and grave
It only once smil'd can be;
And, when it once it smil'd
There's an end to all misery.