THE GARDENER 217 



Little white Lily 



Holdeth her cup ; 

 Rain is fast falling 



And filling it up. 



Little white Lily 



Said, " Good again 

 When I am thirsty 



To have fresh rain ! 

 Now I am stronger ; 



Now I am cool ; 

 Heat cannot burn me, 



My veins are so full." 



Little white Lily 



Smells very sweet : 

 On her head sunshine, 



Rain at her feet. 

 " Thanks to the sunshine, 



Thanks to the rain ! 

 Little white Lily 



Is happy again ! " 



GEOBGE MACDONALD. 



THE GARDENER 1 



THE gardener does not love to talk, 

 He makes me keep the gravel walk ; 

 And when he puts his tools away, 

 He locks the door and takes the key. 



1 From Poems and Bcdhids ; copyright, 1895, 1896, by 

 Charles Scribner's Sons. 



