[00:59.417]Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,
[01:07.272]Who countest the steps of the Sun,
[01:13.967]Seeking after that sweet golden clime
[01:22.218]Where the traveller's journey is done.
[01:29.854]Where the Youth pined away with desire,
[01:36.851]And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
[01:44.263]Arise from their graves, and aspire
[01:51.546]Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
[01:58.701]
[02:57.538]The wind-flower and the violet,
[03:01.017]they perished long ago,
[03:05.164]And the brier-rose and the orchis died
[03:08.329]amid the summer glow;
[03:12.002]But on the hill the golden-rod,
[03:15.730]and the aster in the wood,
[03:19.412]And the yellow sun-flower by the brook,
[03:23.988]in autumn beauty stood,
[03:27.024]Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven,
[03:30.682]as falls the plague on men,
[03:34.636]And the brightness of their smile was gone,
[03:38.567]from upland, glade, and glen.
[03:42.086]
[05:10.581]The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
[05:17.838]The humble Sheep a threat'ning horn;
[05:25.568]While the Lilly white shall in Love delight,
[05:33.182]Nor a thorn, nor a threat, stain her beauty bright.