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TUMP. 
SONG OF TIIE TULIP. 
HOLLAND. 
How vain are the struggles for conquest ailcl 
power, 
With golden bud, and scented flower, 
Who claim, from their beauty, or fragrance 
alone, 
Their right to ascend the garden throne !— 
A graceful form may please the sight. 
And fragrant odour the senses delight; 
Yet, if we are judged by our merit, I ween 
The tulip will Soon be the Garden Queen.— 
No envy I fear, nor of beauty the frown, 
While the worth of the tulip can purchase the 
crown. 
How can the vain rose ever hope to claim, 
]3y the verse of the poet, the bright meed of fame 1 
Or the paleHeatured lily pretend to enhance 
Her right, as the flower most favoured of 
France 1 
No favours I boast, though in beauty 1 shine, 
And variety’s garb, ever charming, is mine ; 
But my triumph I rest upon merit alone ; 
For worth ise’er valued when beauty is flown. 
Then why should I fear either anger or frown, 
While the worth of the tulip will merit the 
crown 1 
