








1i0 POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Lord Marmion turn’d,—well was his need, 
And dash’d the rowels in his steed, 
Like arrow through the archway sprung, 
The ponderous gate behind him rung, 
To pass there was such scanty room, 
The bars descending, razed his plume. 
THE ROSE AND THE LILY. 
Limblem—Beauty and Purity. 
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, 
Aspiring to the rank of queen—- 
The Lily and the Rose. 
The Rose scon reddened into rage, 
And swelling with disdain, 
Appeal’d to many a poet’s page 
To prove her right to reign. 
The Lily’s height bespoke command, 
A fair imperial flower ; 



