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!