Beauty

The seed of beauty is in all things sown,
There is no ugliness that will not bring
Its meed of beauty when the time has grown
Ripe for its harvesting.

Nothing uncomely that will ever stand,
That will not yield to beauty in the end;
Nothing is shapen that the magic hand
Of beauty shall not mend.

Do we lose heart that ugly things abide,
That we are passing ere the change begin?
Have we not eyes to see the endless tide
Of beauty sweeping in?