Beauty is the Heart

Let me tell you a story about my friend.

This was the time when my friend lived on the Valley Isle

Who could enrich his terrible poverty of loneliness?

How could he fill the hours that were idle?

Then one day providence shined upon him

Into their very home he was welcomed

Thereupon on his lips broke a thanksgiving hymn

That family: their looks, living art

They were doubly blessed

They had true beauty. Their beauty was their heart.