True Beauty


BEAUTIFUL faces, they that wear

The light of a pleasant spirit there,

It matters little if dark or fair.

Beautiful hands are they that do

The work of the noble, good, and true,

Busy for them the long day through.

Beautiful feet are they that go

Swiftly to lighten another's woe,

Through summer's heat and winter's snow.

Beautiful children, if rich or poor,

Who walk the pathway sweet and pure

That leads to the mansions strong and sure.




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