 | [Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry |  |
I TRUST IN THEE.
PERUVIAN HELIOTROPE.
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There is a flower whose modest eye
Is turned with looks of light and love
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh,
Whene'er the sun is bright above.
Is turned with looks of light and love
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Whene'er the sun is bright above.
Let clouds obscure, or darkness veil,
Her fond idolatry is fled;
Her sighs no more their sweets exhale—
The loving eye is cold and dead.
Her fond idolatry is fled;
Her sighs no more their sweets exhale—
The loving eye is cold and dead.
Canst thou not trace a moral here,
False flatterer of the prosperous hour?
Let but an adverse cloud appear,
And thou art faithless as the flower!
False flatterer of the prosperous hour?
Let but an adverse cloud appear,
And thou art faithless as the flower!
Should foes assail me,
Or friendship fail me,
I'll ne'er bewail me,
I trust in thee!
Why should I sorrow?
Thou'lt smile to-morrow,
And still I'll borrow
My light from thee!
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