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.