LILAC. 



(Continued.) 



Thou art now in thy dreaming time : 

 The green leaves on the bough ; 



The sun-shine turning them to gold 

 Are pleasures to thee now. . . 



L. E. L. 



To a young Poetess. 



Thy hands are fill'd with early flowers, 



Thy step is on the wind ; 

 The innocent and keen delight 



Of youth is on thy mind ; 

 That glad fresh feeling that bestows 

 Itself the pleasure which it knows, 



The pure, the undefined 



LILY, White. 



Lilium candidum. 



Purity and sweetness. 



His years but young, but his experience old ; 

 His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe. 



Shaks. 



Though .few his years, the west already knows 

 Young Azim's fame Moore. 



Every thing about her resembles the purity of her soul. 



Law. 



Around her shone 



The light of love, the purity of grace, 

 The mind, the music breathing from her face ; 

 The heart whose softness harmonized the whole ; 

 And, oh ! that eye was in itself a soul ! . . . Byron. 



Her form was fresher than the morning rose, 



When the dew wets its leaves ; unstain'd and pure 



As is the lily, or the mountain snow. . . Thomson. 



I saw her coral lips to move, 

 And with her breath she did perfume the air. 

 Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her. . . 



Shaks. 



With looks too bright and beautiful for such a world as 

 this Author of Sol. Hours. 



Innocence shines in the lily's bell, 

 Pure as a heart in its native heaven. 



. Percival. 



Ye lilies, bathed in morning dew, 



Of purity, and innocence renew 



Each lovely thought Bernard Barton. 



