SUN-FLOWER, &c. 
As the sun-flower turns to her god, when she 
sets. 
The same look which she turned when he rose. 
Moore. 
And Sun-flowers planting for their gilded show, 
That scale the window’s lattice ere they blow. 
Then, sweet to habitants within the sheds, 
Peep through the diamond panes their golden 
heads. Clare. 
W hat yellow, lovely as the golden morn, 
The lupine and the heliotrope adorn ! 
Anon. 
THE HELIOTROPE. 
ANON. 
There is a flower whose modest eye 
Is turned with looks of light and love, 
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh, 
Whene’er the sun is bright above. 
