Lines

Written in reply to a letter from a very intimate friend.—Author.

'Twas not thy winning smiles that moved
My soul thy love to prize;
'Twas not thy dainty form I wooed,
'Twas not thy love-full eyes.
'Twas more than honey'd words I sought
To soothe love's bitter smart;
'Twas for a heavenly prize I fought—
An ever-faithful heart.