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Poem by Thomas Gent

The Heliotrope

There is a flower, whose modest eye
  Is turn'd with looks of light and love,
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh.
  Whene'er the sun is bright above.

Let clouds obscure, or darkness veil,
  Her fond idolatry is fled,
Her sighs no more their sweets exhale.
  The loving eye is coldЧand 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!

Thomas Gent

Thomas Gent's other poems:
  1. Invocation to Sleep
  2. On the Portrait of the Son of J.G. Lambton, Esq
  3. On a Delightful Drawing in my Album
  4. The Chain-Pier, Brighton
  5. Written in the Album of the Lady of Counsellor D. Pollock

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