LILIES. 96 



TO LILIES. 



ANON. 



Where yonder Lilies wanton with the air, 

 And no autumnal blasts have blown to fade, 

 If flow'rs thou seek'st a festive wreath to braid. 



Bend thy search thither, thou wilt find them there. — 



Not in the arches of the forest, where 



The branchmg oaks extend unmoving shade ; 



The earth beyond their twisted roots is bare, 



Save when perchance the hop, with tendrils curl'd, 



Or ivy, stringed, may seek and twine around 

 Some stems amidst the forest chiefs that tower ; 



So, in the mightiest landscapes of the world. 

 The jlowers of joy and love are seldom found 

 At the stern feet of knowledge or of power. 



THE LILY. 



PERCIVAL. 



I HAD found out a sweet green spot, 

 Where a Lily was blooming fair ! 

 The din of the city disturb'd it not, 

 But the spirit, that shaded the quiet cot 

 W^ith its wings of love, was there. 

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