1 A Reflection on the foregoing Ode. AND is this all? Can Reason do no more, Than bid me shun the deep, and dread the shore? The Christian has an art unknown to thee. And, trusting in his God, surmounts them all. HEU inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma, Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitosque recessus, III. Ira Rosam et meritis quæsita superbia tangunt, Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda sinu, Dum sibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatum, Jusque suum, multo carmine fulta, probat. 'IV. Altior emicat illa, et celso vertice nutat, Imperii, sceptrum, Flora quod ipsa gerat, V. Nec Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixæ, Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit ; His ubi sedatus furor est, petit utraque nympham, THE LILY AND THE ROSE. I. THE nymph must lose her female friend,✨ Stop If more admir'd than she But where will fierce contention end, If flow'rs can disagree? II. Within the garden's peaceful scene Appear'd two lovely foes, Aspiring to the rank of queen, The Lily and the Rose. The Rose soon redden'd into rage, The Lily's height bespoke command, She seem'd design'd for Flora's hand, V. This civil bick'ring and debate Yours is, she said, the nobler hue, Thus, sooth'd and reconcil'd, each seeks The fairest British fair. The seat of empire is her cheeks, |