LILIES. 
9*7 
Yet do I love that modest flower 
Which blossoms in the humble shade, 
And asks not for the sun’s bright power, 
By which this splendid plant’s array’d. 
SONG OF TIIE LILY. 
ANON. 
L/i others boast, in their-golden pride, 
Oi ^ aceful form, or roseate bloom — 
Yet t le Lily is fairer than all beside, 
I hat glow in their beauty, or breathe in perfume. 
What, though the bright Rose in her glory essay 
To aclorn with her blushes the cheek of the fair ! 
Yet no envied trophy can she bear awav 
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 breeze. 
If the emblem of innocence 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 Britain s proud 
glance, 
I shall still be her rival in glory’s bright throne; 
For who shall dare challenge the Lily of France? 
While 1 can exult in such honours as these, 
Flow proudly I ’ll wave my white bells in the breeze! 
