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