THE SUN FLOWER. 



Eagle of flowers ! I see thee stand, 



And on the Sun's warm glassy gaze ; 

 With eye like his, thy lids expand, 



And fringe their disk with golden rays : 

 Though fixed on Earth, in darkness rooted there, 

 Light is thine element, thy dwelling air, 

 Thy prospect Heaven. 



So would mine eagle-soul descry. 



Beyond the path where planets run. 

 The light of immortality. 



The splendour of Creation's Sun ; 

 Though sprung from Earth, and hastening to the tomb. 

 In hope a flower of paradise to bloom, 

 I look to Heaven, 



M. 



