Poems (Crandall)/Beauty and Health
Beauty and Health
Fair Beauty and Health, twin sisters,
Once journeyed through the land.
A wee little maid with sunny curls
They led by the dimpled hand.
Once journeyed through the land.
A wee little maid with sunny curls
They led by the dimpled hand.
Oh, their days were bright and joyous,
Their path with flowers gay;
For many years, these faithful friends
Were with her by night and day.
Their path with flowers gay;
For many years, these faithful friends
Were with her by night and day.
She loved the dear companions,
Who made her life so blest;
But though she ne'er confessed the truth,
It was Beauty she loved the best.
Who made her life so blest;
But though she ne'er confessed the truth,
It was Beauty she loved the best.
It was any thing to please her,
To keep her always near;
But sturdy Health was slighted oft',
Neglected more each year.
To keep her always near;
But sturdy Health was slighted oft',
Neglected more each year.
Till, though she loved the maiden
With a heart that was warm and true,
She slowly, sadly went away,
Sweet Beauty followed too.
With a heart that was warm and true,
She slowly, sadly went away,
Sweet Beauty followed too.
"Stay, stay," cried the startled maiden,
"Dear Beauty, do not go.
For Health has gone, I have only you.
And Beauty, I love you so."
"Dear Beauty, do not go.
For Health has gone, I have only you.
And Beauty, I love you so."
A shade of grief—of pity
On the face of Beauty fell;
"I pine for my sister Health," she said,
"You drove her away, farewell."
On the face of Beauty fell;
"I pine for my sister Health," she said,
"You drove her away, farewell."
A weary, sad-eyed woman
Bewails her lonely lot,
And spends her days in an endless search
For Beauty. She finds her not.
Bewails her lonely lot,
And spends her days in an endless search
For Beauty. She finds her not.