Emily Dickinson - My Country's Wardrobe lyrics

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Emily Dickinson - My Country's Wardrobe lyrics

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.