|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|George Parsons Lathrop. (18511898)|
| The sunshine of thine eyes,|
(O still celestial beam!)
Whatever it touches it fills
With the life of its lambent gleam.
The sunshine of thine eyes,
Oh, let it fall on me!
Though I be but a mote of the air,
I could turn to gold for thee.
| The Sunshine of thine Eyes.|