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RELINQUISHES HIS BOW AND ARROWS, AND DEPOSITS THEM WITHIN THE BRITISH STANDARD.

Fair Pallas smiled upon his prayer:—
Who could such orisons forbid?
Not Venus' self, had she been there,
Not Venus' self her son had chid
When he Love's symbols threw aside,
His gold-tipt arrows, Paphian bow,
And argent quiver sought to hide
Within the standard Britons show,
To mark the sister-union which combines
England and Scotia, while Ierne twines
Her verdant shamrock in the royal field,
Where from the same stem grows
The purple thistle with the crimson rose,
And, all conjoining, scorn to yield,

The nightshade here designated, is that which has been forcibly described to

“Wave around the sceptic head.”
See Campbell's Pleasures of Hope, Part II.


To the drear nightshade of delirious France,
The land which all have prov'd their true inheritance.