isn’t in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
must be seen from in her eyes;
Because that’s the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
isn’t in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.
the passion that she shows;
And the beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows.
Bring me all your
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
The joys of kindness than long hours to spend
Poring o’er multiple and dividend;
How differing natures may be reconciled
Rather than just how cost accounts are filed;
How to live bravely to its end
Rather than how one fortress to defend,
Or how gold coins once gathered can be piled.
Which all require and parents early start,
But there is training of a nobler kind
And that’s the education of the heart.
Lessons that are most difficult to give
Are faith and courage and the way to live.