30.07.2007, 10:25
Beauty at Home
An artist roamed the earth to find a face
As knights of old once sought the Holy Grail
In countries far and wide, but found no trail.
So he pursued his search without a trace
Of that divine Madonna's matchless grace.
He dreamed, and seeing he was doomed to fail
Gave up the quest and presently set sail
For Italy, his kindred and his race.
And now with sight restored for all things there,
He saw the beauty of his own dear shore,
And found the hidden gem he deemed so rare,
For home gave loveliness unseen before;
There shone the Virgin's face, supremely fair
In one he knew of old--the girl next door.
An artist roamed the earth to find a face
As knights of old once sought the Holy Grail
In countries far and wide, but found no trail.
So he pursued his search without a trace
Of that divine Madonna's matchless grace.
He dreamed, and seeing he was doomed to fail
Gave up the quest and presently set sail
For Italy, his kindred and his race.
And now with sight restored for all things there,
He saw the beauty of his own dear shore,
And found the hidden gem he deemed so rare,
For home gave loveliness unseen before;
There shone the Virgin's face, supremely fair
In one he knew of old--the girl next door.