SUN FLOWER, Dwarf. (Continued.)

The moon looks

On many brooks,

The brook can see no moon but this:
And thus I thought our fortunes run,
For many a lover looks to thee:
While, oh! I feel there is but one,
One Mary in the world for me.

Her words such a pleasure convey,
So much I her accents adore,
Let her speak, and whatever she say,
Methinks I should love her the more.

SUN FLOWER, Tall. Pride. Haughtiness. The sun-flower, with gaudy display,

Helianthus annuus.

Above all the garden around
Exhibits his golden array,

As if scorning to spring from the ground.

He lifts his proud head to the sky,

And seeks the broad blaze of the day,

But the poet, and lover, pass by,
And turn from his glory away:

In some spot, more sequester'd, to find
A delicate flower of the morn,
Whose fragrance and beauty combin'd,
His bower and his bosom adorn.

The proud giant of the garden race,
O'ertops his fellows with aspiring aim.