Floral Poetry. 
if 
THE SUN-FLOWER. 
Y7X AGLE of flowers ! I see thee stand, 
And on the 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 hast’ning to the tomb, 
In hope a flower of paradise to bloom, 
I look to heaven. 
Montgomery. 
