216 THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN 



And after it all the play and the sleep 



Of a little life what cometh then ? 

 To the hearts that ache and the eyes that weep 



A new flower bringeth God's peace again. 

 Each one serveth its tender lot 

 Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not. 



EUGENE FIELD. 



LITTLE WHITE LILY 



LITTLE white Lily 



Sat by a stone, 

 Drooping and waiting 



Till the sun shone. 

 Little white Lily 



Sunshine has fed ; 

 Little white Lily 



Is lifting her head. 



Little white Lily 



Said, "It is good 

 Little white Lily's 



Clothing and food." 

 Little white Lily 



Drest like a bride ! 

 Shining with whiteness, 



And crowned beside ! 



Little white Lily 



Droopeth with pain, 



Waiting and waiting 

 For the wet rain. 



