Calendula

When with a serious musing I behold

The grateful and obsequious marigold,

How duly, ev'ry morning, she displays

Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays...

But, O my God! though groveling I appear

Upon the ground... yet in my desire

To that which is above me I aspire;

And all my best affections I profess

To Him that is the sun of righteousness.

–George Wither (1635)