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On Belinda setting the Seed of an Amaranth, and lamenting the Fate of Annuals.

O lovely Amaranth! from thy Seed break forth,
And rise in full Perfection at thy Birth;
Unbosom all thy Beauties to the Light,
With swelling Pride engage Belinda's sight;
Nor mourn the loss of the departing Sun,
Or think thy Odour or thy Lustre gone,
Each Ray that darts from her all-pow'rful Eyes,
Autumnal Suns and April Show'rs supplies.
T. W.