“The Beauty of Holiness” by Thomas Davis
The Beauty of Holiness
By Thomas Davis
From Annus Sanctus; or, Aids to Holiness in Verse, for Every Day of the Year by Thomas Davis, pg. 12.
So fond is Nature of the beautiful,
She freezes not a leaf, or blade of grass,
On the moist marge of loneliest brook or pool,
But Art’s most perfect form she doth surpass.
Unnumbered shapes her viewless fingers mould,
As she delighted in her own sweet powers;
Or would to all who love her haunts unfold
Her skill to deck the everlasting bowers.
Who would not seek those beauteous bowers on high?
Where is the heart that yearns not for its home?
O thou who mournest with a tear or sigh
That oft ’tis thine in weariness to roam;—
Wouldst thou ascend to where all beauty glows,
The gazing eye, the loving heart to bless?
Learn first the happiness the bosom knows,
That loves the beauty here of holiness.