242 SONGS AND CHORUS OF THE FLOWERS, 



Know you not our only 

 Rival flower the human ? 



Loveliest weight on lightest foot, 

 Joy-abundant woman ? 



WE are lilies fair, 



The flower of virgin light ; 

 Nature held us forth, and said, 



" Lo ! my thoughts of white. 



Ever since then, angels 



Hold us in their hands ; 

 You may see them where they take 



In pictures their sweet stands* 



Like the garden's angels 



Also do we seem ; 

 And not the less for being crown'd 



With a goJden dream. 



Could you see around us 



The enamour'd air, 

 You would see it pale with bliss 



To hold a thing so fair. 



