He came and took me by the hand <br />Up to a red rose tree, <br />He kept His meaning to Himself <br />But gave a rose to me. <br />I did not pray Him to lay bare <br />The mystery to me, <br />Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, <br />And His own face to see.<br /><br />Ralph Hodgson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mystery-9/
