Classic Poem

A BEAUTIFUL face, and a form of grace
Were a pleasant sight to see;
And gold, and gems, and diadems,
Right excellent they be:
But beauty and gold, tho' both be untold,
Are things of a worldly mart;
The wealth that I prize, above ingots or eyes,
Is a heart—a warm young heart!

O, face most fair! shall thy beauty compare
With affection's glowing light?
O, riches and pride! how pale ye beside
Love's wealth, serene and bright?
I spurn thee away, as a cold thing of clay,
Though gilded and carved thou art,
For all that I prize, in its smiles and its sighs,
Is a heart—a warm young heart!