Classic Poem

Come , tell me where the maid is found,
Whose heart can love without deceit,
And I will range the world around,
To sigh one moment at her feet.

Oh! tell me where 's her sainted home,
What air receives her blessed sigh,
A pilgrimage of years I 'll roam
To catch one sparkle of her eye!

And if her cheek be smooth and bright,
While truth within her bosom lies,
I 'll gaze upon her morn and night,
Till my heart leave me through my eyes.

Show me on earth a thing so rare,
I 'll own all miracles are true;
To make one maid sincere and fair,
Oh, 't is the utmost Heaven can do!