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 hearthfires 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 honest and brave and true,
Moment by moment the long day through.
Beautiful feet are those that go
On kindly ministering to and fro,
Down lowliest ways, if God wills it so.
Beautiful shoulders are those that bear
Ceaseless 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.
Beautiful twilight at set of sun,
Beautiful goal with race well run,
Beautiful rest with work well done.
Beautiful graces where grasses creep
Where brown leaves fall, where drifts lie deep
Over worn-out hands--oh! beautiful sleep.