Beauty is the glow of the transparent Divine,
It first buds in the mind, and then in the face it shines.
Beauty is the daughter of the Truth and the Goodness
Steadfast peace and unborrowed joy are its graces.
Beauty radiates clarity of vision and holds empathy as its vase,
Its presence emits pleasure, igniting the abstract recesses.
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