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"Yours is," she said, "the nobler hue,

And yours the statelier mien;

And, till a third surpasses you,

Let each be deemed a queen.

Let no mean jealousies pervert your mind,

A blemish in another's fame to find;

Be grateful for the gifts that you possess.

Nor deem a rival's merit makes yours less.

(William Cowper.)

 

(William Lisle Bowles.)

