You asked for it! Well, Maria and eagleyez did...
So I dug out the small cache of my ancestor's poetry, and here's another one. This was written between 1927 and 1937 when he died. I know because it was written on the back of a blank real estate contract for the area where he lived during those years-- Depression era frugality:
ON BEAUTY'S WINGS
For beauty we need not to search
Tis all around within our reach.
Tis harmony, utility,
In order and simplicity.
Who sees it not doth only plod
On Beauty's wings. We soar to God.
Behold in rainbow's brilliant arch
Harmonious hues in rhythmic order march;
Their beauty shows God's joy expressed
Upon the background of a storm that's past.
In smiles that break through liars we see
The joy of one who's suffered and is free.
And lo! in poets measured line,
Harmonious thoughts in rhythmic order shine;
Their beauty wakes the soul to find
That God is speaking to the mind.
And thus a character is wrought
The fruit of God's creative thought.
In music's vibrant sound, my friend,
Harmonious tones in rhythmic order blend
Their beauty thrills our every part
For God is singing in the heart
Who feels it not doth coldly plod
On Beauty's wings. We soar to God.
F.C.
I want to share with you all that this ancestor of mine, to whom I shall refer as "FC," has a ghostly habit of showing up in my life and consciousness at very appropriate times. That I found this poem here on top tells me that he's been paying attention to our conversations about religion and wants to comment.
I'd like to introduce you... poets, this is FC, WindChyme's great granddad,
F.C., these are 21st century poets and this weird machine is a computer.
So I dug out the small cache of my ancestor's poetry, and here's another one. This was written between 1927 and 1937 when he died. I know because it was written on the back of a blank real estate contract for the area where he lived during those years-- Depression era frugality:
ON BEAUTY'S WINGS
For beauty we need not to search
Tis all around within our reach.
Tis harmony, utility,
In order and simplicity.
Who sees it not doth only plod
On Beauty's wings. We soar to God.
Behold in rainbow's brilliant arch
Harmonious hues in rhythmic order march;
Their beauty shows God's joy expressed
Upon the background of a storm that's past.
In smiles that break through liars we see
The joy of one who's suffered and is free.
And lo! in poets measured line,
Harmonious thoughts in rhythmic order shine;
Their beauty wakes the soul to find
That God is speaking to the mind.
And thus a character is wrought
The fruit of God's creative thought.
In music's vibrant sound, my friend,
Harmonious tones in rhythmic order blend
Their beauty thrills our every part
For God is singing in the heart
Who feels it not doth coldly plod
On Beauty's wings. We soar to God.
F.C.
I want to share with you all that this ancestor of mine, to whom I shall refer as "FC," has a ghostly habit of showing up in my life and consciousness at very appropriate times. That I found this poem here on top tells me that he's been paying attention to our conversations about religion and wants to comment.
I'd like to introduce you... poets, this is FC, WindChyme's great granddad,
F.C., these are 21st century poets and this weird machine is a computer.
