THERE are forms that are ever before us,
That seem kin to the angels above,
That cast in their loveliness o'er us
Strong feelings of friendship and love.
There are faces that cannot conceal
The riches the heart doth possess,
And the soul will its beauty reveal,
By those acts we can feebly express.
And these virtues are seldom combined,
With thy beauty of form, and of face,
But thy heart, and thy soul, and thy mind,
Lend a charm, no time can efface.
Thy step may grow feeble and slow,
And thy cheek be wasted and thin,
But no changes in life can o'erthrow
Those virtues concealed within.
