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 hill
When westward sinks the sun,
The milder dazzle in the stream
That evening sits upon,
The morning blushes, mantling o'er
The face of land and sea,
They all recall to mind the charms
That are combined in thee!