MARIGOLD. 
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How she observes him in his daily walk 
Still bending towards him her small slender stalk; 
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns, 
Bedew’d as ’twere with tears till he returns; 
And how she veils her flowers when he is gone, 
As if she scorn’d to be looked upon 
By an inferior eye, or did contemn 
To wait upon a meaner light than him : 
When this I meditate, methinks the flowers 
Have spirits far more generous than ours, 
And give us fair examples to despise 
The servile fawnings and idolatries 
Wherewith we court these earthly things below, 
Which merit not the service we bestow. 
Withers. 
