Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Beauty

I

F I seek and do not find it at my feet,

If I fail to catch it in the arching sky,

If I do not come upon it down my street

Or mark it not in those who pass me by,

If a light along some nearby country lane

Awakens no quick answering ecstasy,

My search for beauty shall have been in vain:

For beauty hides from those who will not see.

To the open vision it is everywhere:

In the prismed jewel of the clinging dew,

In a bird’s wild flight, in the heady golden air,

In the grasses bending as the wind sweeps through.

God leaves no soul impoverished, near or far;

Beauty lies close about us where we are.

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