174 
CROWN IMPERIAL. 
Imperial passion! sacred fire! 
When we of meaner subjects sing, 
Thou tun’st our harp, thou dost our souls inspire; 
’T is love directs the quill, ’t is love strikes every string 
ANON 
« 
Love 1 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, 
’T is 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 flora! 
emblems. 
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, 
The fleur-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, 
To make you garlands of. 
* SHAKSPE\RE. 
The lily’s height bespake command, 
A fair imperial flower; 
She seem’d design’d for Flora’s hand, 
The sceptre of her power. 
