To Miss Annie Hopkins
Beneath the shelter of the bush,In undisturbed repose—Unruffled by the kiss of breeze—There lurks a smiling rose;Beneath thine outer beauty, gleams,In holy light enshrined,A symbol of the blooming flower,A pure, unspotted mind.
The lovely tint that crowns the hillWhen westward sinks the sun,The milder dazzle in the streamThat evening sits upon,The morning blushes, mantling o’erThe face of land and sea,They all recall to mind the charmsThat are combined in thee!