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Yon flaunting sun-flow'r, by thy side,
In starry radiance gay,
Spreads her rich breast in beauty's pride,
And courts the noon-tide ray.

Whilst, shrinking from the fervid glow,
Thy modest colors fly,
Each graceful flow'ret drooping low,
Thy silken blossoms die.

But fairer than proud Phœbus' flow'r
In noon-tide beauty bright,
Art thou, in ev'ning's pensive hour,
By Cynthia's trembling light.

When faintly gleams the western star,
And ev'ning's gentle breeze,
Like sweetest music heard from far,
Sighs softly through the trees.