Would so attract a stranger's unskilled eyes,
Until he sees the light of Paradise
Dawn in the garden of that countenance—
I, to whom love hath given finer powers,
See there the emblems of a flowering soul
That hath its root in other world than ours,
And which doth ever seek its native goal;
Meanwhile decks life with love and grace and flowers,
And in one beauteous garland binds the whole.
F. A. HILLARD.