The Tableau Vivant.
Reading edition
Walk with the Beautiful and with the Grand; Let nothing on the earth thy feet deter; Sorrow may lead thee weeping by the hand, But give not all thy bosom-thoughts to her; Walk with the Beautiful. I hear thee say, "The Beautiful! what is it?" O, thou art darkly ignorant! Be sure 'Tis no long, weary road its form to visit, For thou canst make it smile beside thy door; Then love the Beautiful. Ay, love it; 'tis a sister that will bless, And teach thee patience when the heart is lonely; The angels love it, for they wear its dress, And thou art made a little lower—only; Then love the Beautiful. Burrington.