


THE BOUQUET. 113 

SUNFLOWER — DWARF. 
HELIANTHUS INDICUS. 
Your devout adorer. 
THE sunflower turns to her god, when he sets, 
The same look which She turned when he rose. 
Moore. 
e As turns 
The flower to meet the sun, 
E’en though, when clouds and storms arise, 
It be not shone upon, — 
Thus, dear one, in thine eyes I see 
The only light that beams for me. 
As thinks 
The mariner of home, 
When doomed through many a dreary waste 
Of waters yet to roam, — 
Thus doth my spirit turn to thee, 
My guiding star o’er life’s wild sea. 
As bends 
The Persian at the shrine 
Of his resplendent god, to watch 
His earliest glories shine, — 
Thus doth my spirit bow to thee, 
My heart’s own radiant deity. 
Mrs. EmMBury. 











