To waft her praises to the sky,
In loud accordant lays.
SONG.—By Maria Falconer.
Ye roses bow your lovely heads,
Nor boast your damask hue;
For see, yon spotless lily spreads
Her charms to rival you.
So in the beauteous female breast
Does Envy’s passion dwell;
Each blooming maid, of charms possest,