Sarah Gould

WHITE-BROWED anemones, daughters of the Sun,

And blue-eyed violets, with the mignonette,

And pale pink roses, with the valley’s pet,

The myrtle, iris, lily,—every one

Becomes a sweet interpreter of thee;

And as I list the voices of thy soul,

So soft and gentle, yet in their control

Strong and subduing, clearly do I see

The latent strength that slumbers in thy spirit,

Where lofty faith, and aspirations high,

And holy loves keep closest company,

Building the heaven predestined souls inherit.

O, the sweet influence of thy soul on mine

Is as an effluence of the most Divine!

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