The Wild Sunflower🌻

By Albert Bigelow Paine

At early dawn, like soldiers in their places,
Rank upon rank the golden sunflowers stand;
Gazing toward the east with eager faces,

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Waiting, until their god shall touch the land
To life and glory, longingly they wait,
Those voiceless watchers at the morning’s gate.

Dawn’s portals tremble silently apart;
Far to the east, across the dewy plain

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A glory kindles that in every heart
Finds answering warmth and kindles there again;
And rapture beams in every radiant face
Now softly glowing with supernal grace…

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Full poem here.

Art via 7-themes.com

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