6 2 July. 
As if his weary chariot sought the bowers 
Of Amphitrite and her tending nymphs 
(So Grecian fable sung), he dips his orb, 
Now half immersed, and now a golden curve, 
Gives one bright glance, then total disappears. 
Confessed, from yonder slow-extinguished clouds, 
All ether softening, sober evening takes 
Her wonted station in the middle air, 
A thousand shadows at her beck. 
James Thomson. 
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 
Appeared two lovely foes, 
Aspiriftg to the rank of queen, 
The Lily and the Rose. 
The Rose soon reddened into rage, 
And, swelling with disdain, 
Appealed to many a poet's page 
To prove her right to reign. 
The Lily’s height bespoke command— 
A fair imperial flower ; 
