Poems (Edwards)/The World is full of Beauty
THE WORLD IS FULL OF BEAUTY.
There's beauty in the azure skies When morning bright appears,And dew-drops tremble in the light, Like holy angels' tears;There's beauty in the opening flowers That wave before the breeze;There's beauty in the bending boughs, And on the quivering leaves.
There's beauty in the shining rill That gently steals away,With sunbeams dancing on its breast, Like fairy forms at play;There's beauty in the zephyr's breath, As soft it glides along,Low murmuring through the darksome wood, Its sweet and plaintive song.
There's beauty in the opening rose That scents the winding vale;There's beauty in each lovely flower That blossoms in the dale;There's beauty in the twilight hour, When all around is still,When forms are mirrored in the depth Of nature's flowing rill.
When stars are looking from above, Like holy angels' eyes,Oh! then there's beauty, wild and free, In all beneath the skies;The world is touched and mantled o'er With beauty's glorious hue,Had we but eyes and hearts to prize The beautiful and true.