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QUEEN ANNE.
The Thistle at length, preferring the Rose
To all the gay flowers of the plain,
Throws off all her points, herself she anoints,
And now are united the twain.
But one cold stormy day, while helpless she lay,
Nor longer could sorrow refrain,
She fetch'd a deep groan, with many Ohon !
" were I a Thistle again !
" For then I did stand on yon heath-cover'd land,
" Admir'd by each nymph and each swain ;
" And free as the air I flourished there,
" The terror and pride of the plain.
" But now I'm the mock of Flora's fair flock,
" Nor dare I presume to complain ;
" Then remember that I do ruefully cry,
" were I a Thistle again !"
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