To N. D. Stenhouse, Esq.

________________________________________________
Title:     To N. D. Stenhouse, Esq.
Author: Henry Kendall [More Titles by Kendall]

Dark days have passed, but you who taught me then
To look upon the world with trustful eyes,
Are not forgotten! Quick to sympathise
With noble thoughts, I've dreamt of moments when
Your low voice filled with strains of fairer skies!
Stray breaths of Grecian song that went and came,
Like floating fragrance from some quiet glen
In those far hills which shine with classic fame
Of passioned nymphs and grand-browed god-like men!
I sometimes fear my heart hath lost the same
Sweet sense of harmony; but _this_ I know
That Beauty waits on you _where'er_ you go,
Because she loveth child-like Faith! Her bowers
Are rich for it with glad perennial flowers.

[The end]
Henry Kendall's poem: To N. D. Stenhouse, Esq.

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN