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, ’t is 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, 
’Tis 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. 
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