1511
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 'twas 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.
My Country Need Not Change Her Gown
Emily Dickinson
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