Classic Poem

My journeyings lead me on through many places,
But none of them the home I could desire;
And in the streets I meet a thousand faces
Without one to admire.

But make our home in any place—each day
Does everything within its bounds or near it,
Assume a homely beauty, as if they
Put out their inner spirit.

Approach the most forbidding face so near
That we can see the truer face behind,
And in some brightening feature will appear
The beauty of a friend.

The secret of all love for friends and homes
Is beauty. It lies deeper than the skin;
And if not ours outside to-day, it comes
To-morrow from within.