They Know Not My Heart.

They know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; Who think, while I see thee in beauty's young hour, As pure as the morning's first dew on the flower, I could harm what I love,—as the sun's wanton ray But smiles on the dew-drop to waste it away. No—beaming with light as those young features are, There's a light round thy heart which is lovelier far: It is not that cheek—'tis the soul dawning clear Thro' its innocent blush makes thy beauty so dear: As the sky we look up to, tho' glorious and fair, Is looked up to the more, because Heaven lies there!