FLORA AND THALIA. 209 



ON THE LILY. 



Bold Oxlip, and 



The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, 

 The Flower-de-luce being one. Of these I lack 

 To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend 

 To strew him o'er and o'er. 



wiktek's tale. 



Shipwrecked upon a kingdom where no pity, 

 No friends, no hope, no kindred, weep for me ; 

 Almost, no grave allowed me : like the lily, 

 That once was mistress of the field and flourished, 

 I'll hang my head and perish. 



KIXG HEJTHY VIII. 



Observe the rising lily's snowy grace, 



Observe the various vegetable race ; 



They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow. 



Yet see how warm they blush ! how bright they glow . 



What regal vestments can with them compare ; 



What king so shining, or what queen so fair ! 



rRlOR. 



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