A blithe heart makes a blooming visage. [ Scotch Proverb ]

And hark, how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher. [ Wordsworth ]

Surely you will not calculate any essential difference from mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over brackish depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace. You know that the bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and how many blithe hearts dance under coarse wool! [ Chapin ]