THE SUN FLOWER. 
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, 
And on the Sun’s warm glassy 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, 
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I look to Heaven. 
M. 
