Early Cuyler's blog: "Newspaper clippings from 1934-1936"

My quest for Beauty led me every place-

I found it in a mother’s careworn face;

Its lines are an adornment, for they trace

A pattern of high courage to face pain

And weariness. Of hours she has lain

Awake to hear each sound. She is not plain

Whose eyes reflect serenity by day.

She’d smile, disbelieving, should I say,

“You’ve kept the thing you thought you gave away.”

Nor can an “aid” or artifice compare

With giving love, for sketching beauty rare.

Her face is lifted – up to God in prayer!