LILY OF THE VALLEY. 



(CONVALLAKIA MAJALIS.) 



"Blessed are the pure in heart : for they shall see God." 



St. Man. Y. 8. 



CoMEST thou from Faery land, 

 Where around thee, hand in hand, 

 Dance the merry little sprites, 

 When the moonlit glade invites ? 



Doth Titania from thy cups 

 Sip her nectar as she sups ? 

 Serves thy leaf, when revels close. 

 As a couch for her repose ? 



Nay, methinks from higher scenes 

 Than are rul'd by Faery queens. 

 Thou hast come our earth to hail, 

 Sweetest Lily-of-the-vale. 



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