I weighed the world to-day—its golden treasure,
Its gleam and glitter, all its splendid show,
Its pride, its fame—in most unstinted measure—
All its allurements that do tempt me so.
I put them in A balance, all together,
Against one heart—but one, yet surely mine.
I wished for once to know for certain whether
This way, or that way, would the scales incline.
Then slowly rose the piled-up, shining masses,
As slowly, surely, did that one thing fall.
So I have weighed; and thus the verdict passes:
I find that one true heart is worth them all.