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SUN-FLOWER, &«. 
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? 
Let but an adverse cloud appear, 
And thou art faithless as the flower! 
THE MARIGOLD. 
ANON. 
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 Phoebus spreads his rays; 
How she observes him in his daily walk. 
Still bending tow’rds 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 scorned to be look’d upon 
