O lovely is the human face,
Its curves and color, form and grace
So tenderly combined;
But O, however fair it be
It is not beautiful to me
Nor full of charm unless I see
The living soul behind!

And lovely are Earth's various moods,
Her winter snows, her summer woods,
Her meadows green and broad;
But O, I find no loveliness
In mountain, sea or sky unless
Their changing forms to me express
The changelessness of God!