Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
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.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.
Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.
To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.