|Poor, pretty rose! Some rude hand crushed
And threw your loveliness aside;
And yet your fragrance sweeter is
Than if your beauty had not died.
So, when a human heart is bruised
And broken by a bitter rod,
An incense rises from its wounds
That angels offer unto God.
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)