Philip Ayres - The Rose and Lily lyrics

Courted by Cupids, and the amorous air, Upon a shady throne, at her repose, She sate, than whom, none e'er so sweet or fair: It was the Queen of Flowers, the blushing rose. With no less pride, upon his bed of state, A Lily, pale with envy, look'd that way; With humble flowers, encompa**'d round he sate, And scorn'd the sceptre at her feet to lay. To arms, with thorns and prickles, they prepare And each designs to try it out by war; Till on good counsel, they in rule combine: So in your face, the lovely White and Red, Cynthia, I see all quarrels banishéd, And Rose and Lily do in empire join.