I do believe that unto thee 
Truth, honor, plain sincerity, 
Are jewels far before 
All that the others think are dear; 
And yet far more than they I fear, 
Because I love thee more. 
And yet I hope, because I love 
With thoughts that set thee far above 
Vain Fortune’s glittering store; 
Others may deem thou canst be won 
By things that sparkle in the sun, 
But oh! I love thee more! 
G. P. E. James. 
