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SUN-FLOWER, &C. 
Let clouds obscure, or darkness veil, 
Her fond idolatry is fled ; 
Her sighs no more their sweets exhale,— 
The loving eye is cold and dead. 
Canst thou not trace a moral here. 
False flatterer of the prosperous hour 1 ! 
Let but an adverse cloud appear. 
And thou art faithless as the flower ! 
THE SUN-FLOWER. 
ANON. 
Real faith is like the sun’s fair flower. 
Which midst the clouds that shroud it, and 
the winds 
That wave it to and fro, and all the change 
Of air and earth and sky, doth rear its head, 
And looketh up still stedfast to its God. 
The same .— anon. 
Who can unpitying see the flowery race. 
Shed by the morn, their new-flushed bloom 
resign, 
Before the parching beam ? So fade the fair. 
When fevers revel through their azure veins. 
