BENEATH the shelter of the bush, <br />In undisturbed repose— <br />Unruffled by the kiss of breeze— <br />There lurks a smiling rose; <br />Beneath thine outer beauty, gleams, <br />In holy light enshrined, <br />A symbol of the blooming flower, <br />A pure, unspotted mind. <br /> <br />The lovely tint that crowns the hill <br />When westward sinks the sun, <br />The milder dazzle in the stream <br />That evening sits upon, <br />The morning blushes, mantling o’er <br />The face of land and sea, <br />They all recall to mind the charms <br />That are combined in thee!<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-miss-annie-hopkins/
