Beauteous the world—the flowers, the winging birds,
The sky and sea and stars, the woods, the wind;
And yet I lift my thought to see through soul
Eternal beauty in eternal Mind.
Hideous the sorrow, suffering, and fear,
Sickness' and sin and death of humankind;
Again I lift my thought through love to see
Beauty unsullied in eternal Mind—
Beauty of thought which makes all thinking turn
To loveliness and purity and joy;
Beauty of deed which makes all hearts to yearn
For full fruition of our high employ.
Holding the perfect model, faith-inspired,
This high perfection we shall seek and find;
Turning from mortal seeming we shall see
Eternal beauty in eternal Mind.
