Disturb it not

When first the lamp of love is lit,

Within a maiden heart to hide,

Ah, never quench the tender flame

That Heav'n itself has sanctified.

If under God's own courts above

There yet remains one holy spot,

It is the heart of first true love -

Disturb it not! Disturb it not!

Oh darken not those rainbow skies,

Invade ye not that dream of May,

Ye know not what a Paradise

For evermore might pass away.

When first the lamp of love is lit,

Within a maiden heart to hide,

Ah, never quench the tender flame

That Heav'n itself has sanctified.

Disturb it not!