Chapter Three Beauty Is the Smile on the Earth’s Face 美是大地的微笑
A ship in sail,
an opening flower,
a town at night,
the song of the blackbird,
a lovely poem,
a child’s grace,
the starry skies,
apple trees in spring,
sheep-bells on a hill,
a rippling stream,
the crescent moon,
the thousand sights or sounds or words
that evoke in us the thought of beauty —
these are the drops of rain
that keep the human spirit from death by drought.
They are a stealing and silent refreshment
that we perhaps do not think about,
but which goes on all the time.
Beauty is the smile on the earth’s face,
open to all, and needs but the eyes to see,
the mood to understand.