Now, “Beauty is what beauty does”
We hear the poets say,
As, “Beauty is what beauty does,”
We all may hope and pray
Our minds to high ideals will rise,
Our bodies hold in sway;
The thoughts within will shine without
Emit the brightest ray,
Of love, and sunshine, faith and truth
Self sacrifice each day.
The souls that speak from out such eyes,
With wondrous beauties shine,
The smiles that hover o’er such lips,
A wealth of love define,
The graceful poise, sweet manners born
Of deeds and truths sublime;
All animation, charm, repose,
Produced from such a mine
Of wealth untold, of gifts so grand,
We see at beauty’s shrine.
FAREWELL, SWEET SONGSTER.
Farewell, farewell sweet songster,
We are sad from thee to part,
Thy soul inspiring music,
Cheered many a weary heart,
The lark soars tow’rd the heavens,
Yes, far upward in its flight,
The nightingale’s sweet music
Often thrills us with delight.
Sweet thoughts of thee we’ll cherish,
Our bright shining star of love,
Thy melodies would waken
The celestial choirs above;
For strains of sweetest music,
Now seem wafted o’er the sea,
List’ning to the grand old songs
That so charmed us sung by thee.
THE LIGHT OF PRAYER.
Oh light of pray’r divinely blest,
Within our hearts there find sweet rest;
Oh vision bright of faith supreme
More beautiful than poet’s theme,
On all the beauty earth can give
But to decay, with thee we live.
We’ll live with thee in heav’n above,
Where all is happiness and love,
When from this sphere we’re called away
To live in the eternal day.
The light of pray’r our guide will be,
Faith’s vision of eternity.