174 CROWN IMPERIAL. 



Imperial passion ! sacred fire ! 



When we of meaner subjects sing, 



Thou tun'st our harp, thou dost our souls inspire ; 



'Tis love directs the quill, 'tis love strikes every string 



ANON. 



Love ! that vast passion of the mind, 



Whose roving flame does traverse o'er 

 All nature's good, and search for more ; 



Still to thy magic spheres confined, 

 'T is beauty's all we can desire ; 

 Beauty the native mansion of love's fire. 



THE CROWN IMPERIAL. 



This Persian flower, that towers above the more hum- 

 ble plants of the parterre, holds a high rank in floral 

 emblems. 



The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, 



The fleur-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, 



To make you garlands of. 



SHAKSPEARE. 



The lily's height bespake command, 



A fair imperial flower; 

 She seem'd design'd for Flora's hand, 



The sceptre of her power. 



