Love, seeking beauty, finds in every place
A grace, unseen by sordid eyes, appear;
Beholds the pageant of the passing year,
Each marching day with glorious morning face
And evening smile, when golden clouds enlace
The peaceful West—whose colors are brought near
To lowly earth by flowers, in whose dear
Heart-blessing faces present love we trace.
In time of storm, love knows the storm will pass,
Her heart at peace finds no storm enter in;
She hath no fear to cloud the present sight
Of beauty ever—beauty of the grass
Refreshed by rain: of humble ones from sin
New-cleansed, reflecting Heaven's gracious light.
There is a plan working in our lives; and if we keep our hearts quiet and our eyes open, it all works together; and if we don't, it all fights together, and goes on fighting till it comes right, somehow, somewhere.—
We need only obey. There is guidance for each of us, and by lowly listening we shall hear the right word.
Omission to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger.
