we meet again.
Lily and the Rose
by William Cowper
Poems of the Inner Temple (1782)
The nymph must lose her female friend,
If more admired than she—
But where will fierce contention end
If flow’rs can disagree?
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,
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 flow’r;
She seem’d designed for Flora’s hand,
The sceptre of her pow’r.
The civil bick’ring and debate
The goddess chanc’d to hear,
And flew to save, ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.—
Yours is, she said, the nobler hue,
And yours the statelier mien,
And, till a third surpasses you,
Let each be deem’d a queen.
Thus, sooth’d and reconcil’d, each seeks
The fairest British fair;
The seat of empire is her cheeks,
They reign united there.
“we boast of you” – 2 Thessalonians 1:4
Acoustic: This is Your Fight Song
Artist: Rachel Platten, arr. Piano Guys (2015)
“What is forgiveness?
The fragrance flowers give
when they’re crushed.”
– a Sufi’s proverb