Whenever I think about "beauty" this poem automatically comes to my mind - Beautiful faces are those that wear– It matters little if dark or fair– Whole-soul

Whenever I think about "beauty" this poem automatically comes to my mind - 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 earnest 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 God wills it so. Beautiful shoulders are those that bear Ceaseless burdens of homely care, With patient grace and daily prayer. 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! Ah, beautiful sleep. –Ellen P. Allerton