Beautiful hands are those that
weave
Bright threads of joy in the
lives that grieve.
Beautiful feet are those that
run,
On errands of mercy from sun
to sun.
Beautiful lips are those that
speak
To comfort the mourner &
hearten the weak.
Beautiful eyes are those that
glow
With the light of a spirit
pure as snow.
Beautiful faces are those that
seem
With the very love of God to
beam.
Beautiful forms are those that
grace
With gentle service the lowliest
place.
Beautiful lives are those that
bear,
For other lives their burden
of care.
Beautiful souls are those that
show
The spirit of Christ where’er
they go.
Note: Clare
made a handwritten copy of this poem of unknown provenance and pasted it into
her book. It seems likely that she was a nursing student by this time.
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