Poem May 16, 1931 Issue

Let Me Remember Beauty

ELIZABETH BRAINARD BONTA

The tender curve of little moons,
A flock of birds against the blue,
The flame of peach trees in the spring,
The mountain's far extended view;
The gracious smile, the gentle word,
The kindly action—let these be
Within my heart a well of joy
Symbolic of Life's harmony.

Let all things base and ugly pass
Like leaves the wind drives far away,
Unnoted, while I seek to know
The beauty of God's perfect day.

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