Miss Porden

See where yon stately lily grows
 In robe of spotless white arrayed
The pride of Flora’s court it blows
 Fair emblem of a virtuous maid.

Those gaudy flowers that round it bloom
 Unnoticed by are quickly past
Upon their their tints or their perfume
 A moment’s thought is scarely cast.

So towering o’er her kindred fair
 Laurette’s blooming beauties rise
Robes of prismatic hues they wear
 In virgin white she meets our eyes

Lo, in this spotless garb we find
And emblem of her spotless mind.