102 TULIP. 
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, 
By the verse of the poet, the bright meed of fame? 
Or the pale-featured Lily pretend to enhance 
Her right, as the flower most favour’d of France? 
No favours I boast, though in beauty I shine, 
And variety’s garb, ever charming, is mine; 
But my triumph I rest upon merit alone, 
For worth is e’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? 
