BEAUTIFUL THINGS
A church spire, pointing the way toward God, Clear eyes, bespeaking inward grace;
FLORENCE B. TAYLOR
Date Pub.Unknown
A dainty flower pushing up from the sod.
A rainbow of hope in a misty sky;
The flag of our country, waving high.
Fresh curtains of white in a tenement drear.
The voice of a friend, bringing comfort, cheer.
A baby's eager, innocent face;
The lisp of a toddler, saying grace.
The song of a mother at her work.
Strong hands of youth that never shirk.
The glistening tear of sympathy;
A children's choir in sweet harmony.
The tender smile of a wrinkled face.
Oh beautiful things are everywhere:
Where beauty is - ah - God is there!
- Cleveland, Ohio