IF BEAUTY CAME TO YOU
If Beauty came to you, Ah, would you know her grace, And could you in your shadowed prison view Unscathed her face ? Stepping as noiselessly As moving moth-wings, so Might she come suddenly to you or me And wo not know. Tumult of clangs and cries— Alas, how should wo hear The shy, dim-woven music of her sighs As she draws near, Threading through monstrous, black, Uncharitable hours, Where the soul shapes its "own abhorred rack Of wasted powers? William Kean Seymour, in the New Witness,
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New Zealand Tablet, 11 March 1920, Page 28
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91IF BEAUTY CAME TO YOU New Zealand Tablet, 11 March 1920, Page 28
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