He could see naught but vanity in beauty,
And naught but weakness in a fond caress,
And pitied men whose views of Christian duty
Allowed indulgence in such foolishness.
Josiah Gilbert Holland, Daniel Gray, stanza 9
But . . . but . . . but . . . God carresses the earth with beauty every Spring! David Gray maybe never stuck his nose into a lovely collection of spring beauties, suppose?