Fairest And Best Adorned Is She Whose

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 Thy Element, Thy Dwelling Air, Thy Prospect Heaven.

Blue Thou Art, Intensely Blue; Flower, Whence Came Thy Dazzling Hue?

The Dead Are Like The Stars By Day; Withdrawn From Mortal Eye, But Not Extinct, They Hold Their Way In Glory Through The Sky.

Eternity: A Moment Standing Still For Ever.

The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All Beautiful, But None Alike.