BEAUTY THAT GROWS
Life is not perfected by old age
It is the appreciation of Beauty at any time
Beauty that grows
From the plant and flower of Light
Light that is kindled within
And spreads like a tree
A tree with thousand boughs
Covering the outer sphere
And making itself visible
To every naked eye
Changing the mind of men
Into a kingdom longed for
And a pleasure-house of pure happiness
Happiness that goes beyond
And excels all the worldly bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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