Beauty Of The Soul

Beauty offers every day,
Gifts to cheer us on our way;
Blessed treasures from above
Free as heaven, fair as love.
Cast in beauty’s purest mold
All things great and good behold,
Which eternally will bide,
Earthly stay, Jehovah’s pride.

Watch the wise bird, mark the nest,
Builded slow, and sure and best;
Builded low or builded high,
Winds will vainly whistle by.
See the wayward without care
How they fickle fortune dare,
Shattered homes and blighted hopes
Hurl them down life’s rugged slopes.

Seek the promise of the hour,
Nurture to its fullest flower;
As we train the vine of youth
So will bloom the bud of truth.
Note the lily in the shade
Pining for the sunny glade;
What in all hereafter years
Will avail the too late tears?