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LIIES* 
Yet no envied trophy can she hear away - f 
For the lily is ever her partner there. — 
No triumph I fear from such rivals as these. 
While gaily I wave my white bells to the 
bfeeze. 
If the emblem of innocent homage commands. 
Then what greater claim can the lily desire ? 
For who will deny it—while radiant she stands. 
Like the bright form of beauty, in bridal attire? 
But I seek not the triumph of beauty alone — 
Though the rose may be foster’d ’neath Bri¬ 
tain’s proud glance, 
I shall still be her rival in glory’s bright throne; 
For who shall dare challenge the Lily of 
France? . 
While I can exult in such honours as these, 
How proudly I’ll wave my white bells in the 
breeze ! 
