Poems, Series 2: XXIX. My Country's Wardrobe.
XXIX. My Country's Wardrobe.
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first pronounced "a fit."
Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.