[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.