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<h3><SPAN name="page47"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>BEAUTY MAKING</h3>
<p class="poetry">Methinks there is no greater work in life<br/>
Than making beauty. Can the mind conceive<br/>
One little corner in celestial realms<br/>
Unbeautiful, or dull or commonplace?<br/>
Or picture ugly angels, illy clad?<br/>
Beauty and splendour, opulence and joy,<br/>
Are attributes of God and His domain,<br/>
And so are worth and virtue. But why preach<br/>
Of virtue only to the sons of men,<br/>
Ignoring beauty, till they think it sin?<br/>
Why, if each dweller on this little globe<br/>
Could know the sacred meaning of that word<br/>
And understand its deep significance,<br/>
Men’s thoughts would form in beauty, till their dreams<br
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Of heaven would find expression in their lives,<br/>
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humble; they themselves would grow<br/>
Godlike, befitting such a fair estate.<br/>
Let us be done with what is only good,<br/>
Demanding here and now the beautiful;<br/>
Lest, with the mind and eye on earth untrained,<br/>
We shall be ill at ease when heaven is gained.</p>
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