Lotus

"A spring there is, whose silver waters show Clear as a glass the shining sands below: A flowering lotos spreads its arms above, Shades all the banks, and seems itself a grove."

"Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice!"

"Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand."

"They wove the lotus band to deck And fan with pensile wreath their neck."

"Where drooping lotos-flowers, distilling balm, Dream by the drowsy streamlets sleep hath crownd, While Care forgets to sigh, and Peace hath balsamed Pain."

"The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed."

"The Lotos blooms below the barren peak: The Lotos blooms by every winding creek: All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone: Thro every hollow cave and alley lone, Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown."

"The lotus flower is troubled At the suns resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night."

"In that dusk land of mystic dream Where dark Osiris sprung, It bloomed beside his sacred stream While yet the world was young; And every secret Nature told, Of golden wisdoms power, Is nestled still in every fold, Within the Lotos flower."

"Be like a lotus. Let the beauty of your heart speak. Be grateful to the mud, water, air and the light."

"Oh! what are the brightest that eer have blown To the lote-tree, springing by Allas throne, Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf."