Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/There is Beauty

by Clarence Hawkes

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 art
In 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.