The Heliotrope.
Through all the changes of the day
I turn me to the sun;
In clear or cloudy skies I say
Alike — Thy will be done!
The Violet.
A lowly flower, in secret bower,
Invisible I dwell;
For blessing made, without parade,
Known only by the smell.
The Lily.
Emblem of Him, in whom no stain
The eye of Heaven could see,
In all their glory, monarchs vain
Are not array’d like me.
The Rose.
With ravish’d heart that crimson hail,
Which in my bosom glows:
Think how the lily of the vale
Became like Sharon’s rose.
The Primrose.
When Time’s dark winter shall be o’er,
His storms and tempests laid;
Like me you’ll rise, a fragrant flower,
But not like me to fade.
The Garden.
The bower of innocence and bliss,
Sin caused to disappear;
Repent, and walk in faith and love —
You’ll find an Eden here.
(George Horne)
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