Thursday, 24 July 2008

The Sunflower

The Sunflower
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand,
And on the sun's noon-glory gaze:
With eye like his, thy lids expand
And fringe their disk with golden rays:
Though fix'd 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,
I hope a flower of paradise to bloom,
I look to heaven.
James Montgomery (1771 - 1854)
14 September 1918 - 24th August 2000
Still loved and missed by all his family