SUNFLOWER. 
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There are some think thy stateliness haughty, dis¬ 
daining,— 
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 ; 
O 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 Clyde. 
See how it turns its bosom to the sun, 
And when dark clouds conceal it, or when night 
Is on the sky, mark how it folds its leaves, 
And droops its head, and weeps sweet tears of dew,— 
The constant sunflower. 
o 
