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And those which the mountainous regions supply, 
To bloom as it were ’twixt the earth and the sky! 
And the Fuschias around were in waiting upon her, 
These elegant flowers were maidens of honor; 
And the beauteous Moss Rose , the emblem of Joy , 
Of Pleasure usullied , that knows not alloy, 
The bosom of Royalty begg’d to adorn, 
For she never could plant in that bosom a thorn! 
As the Rose is a queen, ’twas thought to be meet, 
The emblem of Joy should be rais’d to that seat. 
’Twas blooming in sunshine ! the canker-worm, ne , 
Had never been traced on its delicate leaf, 
For the Moss had protected its stem from the wind, 
Like, the love of a mother , e’er watchful and kind ! 
“ Speedwell!” cried Veronica faithful and true , 
As she stood on her bank in a vesture of blue ; 
“ Long life!" cried the Fig, and the whispering Beech, 
Then prompted the Lotus's eloquent speech, 
