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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Poems on Beauty

Beauty is truth’s smile
when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
 
Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony
which is in the universal being;
truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind.

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