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 honest and brave and true
moment by moment the long day through
beautiful feet are those that go
on kindly ministries to and fro
down lowliest ways, if they wills it so
beautiful shoulders are those that bear
ceaseless burdens of homely care
with daily patience and grace
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 won
beautiful rest with work well done
beautiful graves where grasses creep
where brown leaves fall
where drifts lie deep
over worn-out hands- oh!
beautiful sleep
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The Silent
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way. *Please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions in the comments, thx...
