f3 UN FLOWER- ^AdOF^ATIONT, 
•TtJAGLE of flowers! I see thee stand, 
J** And on thy sun’s noon-glory 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, 
1 look to Heaven. 
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