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THE LILY AND THE ROSE. 
O’er the woodbine she can dwell, 
Murmuring not—Farewell! farewell! 
And her dim yet speaking eye. 
Greets the violet solemnly. 
Therefore, once, and yet again, 
Strew them o’er her bed of pain ; 
From her chamber take the gloom, 
With a light and flush of bloom: 
So should one depart, who goes 
Where no death can touch the rose ! 
—Mrs. Hemams. 
THE LILY AND THE ROSE. 
The nymph must lose her female friend 
If more admired than she— 
But where will fierce contention end, 
If flowers can disagree ? 
Within the garden’s peaceful scene 
Appear’d two lovely foes. 
Aspiring to the rank of queen, 
The Lily and the Rose. 
The Rose soon redden’d into rage, 
And swelling with disdain. 
