Show Sunflowers Progeny of a summers sun Tallest grandest stateliest one Over all her sisters towers Queen of all lie summer flowers By a cottage low where the maples grow And the hills a river slope And the silvery sheen of lie ocean is seen The homo of my heart my hope Where divinely fair In the summer air All birds of gay plumage are seen From the wood far away oer the meadows mead-ows lay A mantle of softest green Near the garden old with their fringe of gold High and tall In the sunlights glow Near the cottage door I know as of yore There the stately sunflowers grow And the birds of air find a resting there Gently rocked by the offsea breeze And the black bees bear Its honey rare To their hives nealh tho cherry trees In my dreams I see all that used to be Live again all my childhoods hours For the old home In Maine comes back again At the sight of lie great sunflowers |