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59 She lifts her head for endless spring,

For everlasting blossoming:

Both Roses flourish, Red and White.

In love and sisterly delight

The two that were at strife are blended,

And all old troubles now are ended.—

Joy! joy to both! but most to her

Who is the Flower of Lancaster!

Behold her how She smiles to-day

On this great throng, this bright array!

Fair greeting doth she send to all

From every corner of the Hall;

But, chiefly, from above the Board

Where sits in state our rightful Lord,

A Clifford to his own restored!

They came with banner, spear, and shield;

And it was proved in Bosworth-field.

Not long the Avenger was withstood,

Earth helped him with the cry of blood:

St. George was for us, and the might

Of blessed Angels crown'd the right.

Loud voice the Land hath uttered forth,

We loudest in the faithful North: