Beauty Always Has The Final Word

Beauty always has the final word.
Wherever it may sound, it will be heard
Above whatever clamor ugliness
Might raise, just as light can never be less
Than dark. For ugliness can have no power
Ever to tinge the soul. The smallest flower
Blooming will defy a barren plain,
The smallest joy transfigure any pain.

But where there is no flower? All around
Is barrenness, no beauty to be found?
Look out to the horizon. You will see
Unwounded sky, a blue serenity.
And if the sky is tear-choked, bowed with scars,
Beyond it rise the swift renewing stars.