142 FABLES OF FLORA. 
She cast her dim eyes downward, 
And O, with what delight, 
Discerned a little Lupine, 
Soft smiling through the night! 
Its head, still turning sunward, 
Told where the day-god lay, — 
1 O, that’s the west,’ cried Ellen, 
‘ And now I know my way. 
‘ Ilad I to God been faithful, 
As thou to thy god art, 
I should, like thee, have braved the night, 
With an undoubling heart. 
‘ Then let me on my bosom 
Thy faithful blossom wear, 
To teach me what Unswerving faith 
Through all my life to bear! ’ 
