Jane Taylor

Beautiful Things

Beautiful faces are those that wear—

It matters little if dark or fair—

Whole-souled honesty printed there.

Beautiful eyes are those that show,

Like crystal panes where hearth fires glow,

Beautiful thoughts that burn below.

Beautiful lips are those whose words

Leap from the heart like songs of birds,

Yet whose utterance prudence girds.

Beautiful hands are those that do

Work that is earnest, brave, and true,

Moment by moment the long day through.

Beautiful feet are those that go

On kindly errands to and fro—

Down humblest ways, if God wills it so.

Beautiful shoulders are those that bear

The needful burdens of homely care

With patient grace and daily prayer.

Beautiful lives are those that bless

Silent rivers of happiness,

Whose hidden fountains but few may guess.