On a Mother and a Daughter

How can Love distinguish them —
Flora's branch and parent-stem?
When the rose-bud joins the rose ,
He despairs to interpose.
Beauty's claim, disarming choice,
Reconciles the partial voice;
All the wreaths that one shall gain,
Still the other can retain:
Each accepts the wreath conferr'd,
When the other is preferr'd.
For competitors of art
What a lesson they impart!
In the task by Fate design'd,
Is the difference confin'd;
One prepares to be a Mother ,
Just as lovely as the other.
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