The Beauty Within

Behold, beauty's hue, no painted face does hold,

Nor rainbow garb, nor outward gaudy show,

But inward scent, as flower its balm unfolds,

An inner beauty, and true affection does grow.

Oh love, a rosiness you too may really find,

When nigh your Savior, heart’re to truth inclined,

But heedless ways, and soul to duty blind,

Not a barren field in which virtues fail to bind.

Make a vow, and let your inner self cleave,

Forsake the sharp rebukes, and jealous sting,

Let tender words, not bitter sorrows weave,

Nor tongue's edge, a wounded heart shall bring.

Your charms, so fair, does little worth impart,

Unless true beauty blossoms 

in your heart.

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