The Beauty Of The Heart

A lovely form may charm tlie eyc Wíth fairest loveliness and gracc ; And oít we may be captured by The entrancinp beauty of a face; But there's a beauty far more true, Whose radlant charms shall Me'erdepart, Hut t-very morn and eve be ntw ; It U the beauty oí the hcart. Bencath the weíght of passing years Tlie proudtst ionn must stoop and bend, And all the charms thut beauty wears Muit fade away and have an end, The iparkling lijiht must Icave the eye. And from the check the bloom depait; And there's a charm thal ne'er shull die; It is the beauty ol the heart. Tii Uiis that scatters oer lifes path The jjems of happiness and truth; And niany charms in ae it hatli, As in the rosy morn of youth. A charm that wreaths the earth with flowers, And dot li the swcclcst joys Impart, Whlch briifhtly pilds the sadrientd hours; It 5 the beauty of the heart.