The brave, the gentle and the beautiful,
The child of grace and genius.
The brave, the gentle and the beautiful,
The child of grace and genius.
'Tis like a child's belovèd corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance, cast
From Time long past.
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
Where is the love, beauty, and truth we seek
But in our mind?
His eyes pursued its flight:--'Thou hast a home,
Beautiful bird!
A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.
Soft mossy lawns
Beneath these canopies extend their swells,
Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms
Minute yet beautiful.
Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, -- where art thou gone?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories