White Mountain Lilies 



By Bertha Marguerite Rice 



White lilies growing on the mountain side, 



In your loved forms I see 

 A sacred symbol of the Christ who died, 



The Christ who lives for me. 



tall, straight mountain lilies, sweet and fair. 



Your incense waft above. 

 Your tender greetings softly heavenivard bear 



To the dear Christ I love. 



Lilies! fair and pure and sweet and white, 

 Thoughts of the Crucified, 



1 read a message in your souls of light, 



His love, who for me died. 



Within your hearts no stain of earth doth hide, 

 Though from the earth you spring, 



Then let not earth's taint in my soul abide, 

 Though still to earth I cling. 



radiant lilies! blooming for the Christ, 



Type of His purity; 

 O fragrant lilies! incense offering souls, 



Waft prayerful thoughts for me. 



Oh, may my heart from selfish aims be free, 



Filled with His love divine, 

 To feel, to know, to have His purity, 



Christ's cause on earth be mine! 



