Beauty Is Unfading Good

Whither? cries a heart, alone and starvedFor beauty. Some have told me it is carvedIn matter, and in some lovely form abidesIts truth. Yet matter changes like the tides.

And something in me gently speaks of beautySpringing forth, a product of man's dutyDone in loving God, His laws, and man;Such beauty has been old since time began.

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