WILD-FLOWER SONNETS. 



TWIN-FLOWER. 

 (LINN/EA.) 



T 1NN/EA, of fairy mould and breath divine, 



Dear foster-child of him who gave his name 

 With dower of love to thee ; his fading fame 

 Thou dost revive at many a wayside shrine, 

 Where from thy lowly altars incense fine 

 Floats on the air ; so sweet it well might shame 

 Jasmine or pink, whose Odors are but tame, 

 Matched with that fragrance pure and wild of thine. 

 Well may the wanderer pause to breathe a prayer 

 Above that marvel of thy light-poised bells 

 So sweetly twinned. How clear, to him who heeds, 

 God's universal thought is written there: 

 The twofold life that in all Nature dwells, 

 The primal law, that each the other needs ! 

 JULY. 



