Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/There is Beauty
THERE IS BEAUTY
There is beauty without stature, In the perfect Grecian mold,There is beauty without feature In the classic dies of old; There is beauty without fashion, There is beauty without artIn the pure and simple passion Of a tender loving heart.
Be the passion love or pity, Crowned with honor or with shame,For a dreamland or a city Still the lesson is the same;For the spirit is immortal And it shineth through the clay,Like the sunlight through the portal Of a dark and sombre day.