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.
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