Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty
With apologies to Keats
Ever as we pass through this vale of fears We ponder as we wander dropping tears. Must the hopes and faith that hold us apart Be always rescinded, wiped from one's heart? The beauty of trust, of truth, and of love Are accepted, with the sunshine above, As being ever there for our taking, And friendship will never be forsaking The promise that passed as being the test, The true proof of love, of honor, the best That we cou...
