Beautiful Helps

Annie Maria Lawrence Clark (1835–1912)

Only a delicate flower,Lovely in form and hue,—Sweet in its tender help,To feelings loving and true.

Only a beautiful thought,Framed into fitting rhyme,Helpful to lonely hearts,Traveling the shores of time.

Only a jubilant songSung as the glad heart sings,Uplifting the longing soulAs though borne on unseen wings.

Scattered along the wayBeautiful helps abound:—The glow of the sunset sky,The ocean's song profound,

The light of a soul-lit face,The grasp of a loving hand,The bliss of a tender word,And deeds that are noble and grand.

All things beautiful, true,All things tender, are givenAs helps in the onward wayThat leads to the life of Heaven.