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FLORAL POESY. 
Let the Rose boast her fragrance, the soft gales per¬ 
fuming, 
. The tulip unfold all her fair hues to me : 
Yet though sweet be their perfume, their rainbow dyes 
blooming, 
I turn, noble Sunflower, with more love to thee. 
There are some think thy stateliness haughty, disdain¬ 
ing*— 
Thy heaven-seeking gaze has no charm for their eyes. 
’Tis because the pure spirit within thee that’s reigning 
Exalts thee above the vain pleasures they prize. 
Emblem of Constancy, whilst he is beaming, 
For whom is thy passion so steadfast, so true ; 
May we, who of faith and of love are aye dreaming, 
Be taught to remember this lesson by you ! 
If on earth, like the Sunflower, our soul’s best devotion 
Shall turn to the source of Truth’s far-beaming 
rays : 
Oh ! how blest, how triumphant, shall be our emotion, 
When the bright ‘‘Sun of Righteousness” bursts on 
our gaze. 
THE SUNFLOWER. 
L. E. LANDON. 
Look upon this flower ! 
It is the symbol of unhappy love ; 
’Tis sacred to the slighted Clytie. 
See how it turns its bosom to the sun, 
And when dark clouds conceal it, or when night 
