  Before the sacred beauty of the morn How fade the wrangling wisdoms of the earth! Wisdom is beauty in the womb, unborn; Wisdom is beauty laboring for birth. Wisdom, the ghost of Beauty, in the wide Womb of the world lies clamoring for life, While the white Beauty, the immortal Bride, Sits throned upon the summits void of strife. So the bright flower, bending from the soil, Sums up and scorns the wisdom of the sage; And Helen’s beauty, soaring beyond toil, The laboring beauty of the poet’s page. So, when the veils of mystery are furled, Earth’s wisdom blooms in heaven’s beauty above ... Beauty is all the wisdom of the world |
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