150 SUN-FLOWER, &c. 



Let clouds obscure, or darkness veil, 



Her fond idolatry is fled ; 

 Her sighs no niore their sweets exhale,— 



The loving eye is cold and dead 



Canst thou not trace a moral here, 

 False flatterer of the prosperous hour ? 



Let but an adverse cloud appear. 

 And thou art faithless as the flower! 



THE MARIGOLD. 



AlVON. 



The Marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, 

 And with him rises weeping. 



The same. — wither. 



When with a serious musing I behold 



The grateful and obsequious Marigold, — 



How duly, every morning, she displays 



Her open breast when Phcebus spreads his rays ; 



How she observes him m his daily walk, 



Still bending tow'rds him her small slender stalk ; 



How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns, 



Bedew'd, as 't were with tears, till he returns ; 



And how she veils her flowers when he is gone, 



As if she scorned to be look'd upon 



