Gold! gold! in all ages the curse of mankind! He turns, with anxious heart and crippled Thy fetters are forged for the soul and the hands, mind; BEAUTY. The lesson which the many-colored skies, BEAUTY. The flowers, and leaves, and painted butterflies, The deer's branched antlers, the gay bird that flings The tropic sunshine from its golden wings, In varied tones and sweet, WHITTIER. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. KEATS. Beauty is truth, truth beauty; that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. KEATS. Ah! how empty, ah! how fleeting! So is beauty's fading power. MICHAEL FRANK. The good is always beautiful, The beautiful is good! WHITTIER. Labor in the path of duty In the sternest hour of trial; In a meek obedience To the will of Providence ; In the lofty sympathies That, forgetting selfish ease, The wants of every human heart, Blessings to the weary soul That hath felt the bitter world's control. Here is beauty such as ne'er C. P. CRANCH. Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven, shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. SPENSER. O what is beauty's power? It flourishes and dies; Will the cold earth its silence break To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek Beneath its surface lies? Mute, mute is all O'er beauty's fall, 37 |