| THE NYMPH must lose her female friend, |
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| If more admired than she; |
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| But where will fierce contention end, |
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| If Flowers can disagree? |
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| Within the garden’s peaceful scene |
5 |
| Appeared two lovely foes, |
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| Aspiring to the rank of Queen— |
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| The Lily and the Rose. |
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| The Rose soon reddened into rage; |
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| And, swelling with disdain, |
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| Appealed to many a Poet’s Page, |
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| To prove her right to reign. |
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| The Lily’s height bespoke command; |
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| A fair imperial flower, |
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| She seemed designed for Flora’s hand, |
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| The sceptre of her power! |
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| This civil bick’ring and debate |
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| The Goddess chanced to hear; |
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| And flew to save, ere yet too late, |
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| The pride of the parterre! |
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| ‘Yours is,’ she said, ‘the noblest hue; |
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| And yours, the statelier mien; |
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| And, till a third surpasses you, |
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| Let each be deemed a Queen!’ |
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| Thus soothed and reconciled, each seeks |
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| The fairest British Fair; |
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| The seat of empire is her cheeks, |
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| They reign united there. |
