The JMusic of the Marsh 



across my way, singing "Good cheer! (iood cheer!" 

 1 ininiechately feel so full of poA\'er that 1 dream 

 I can accomplish something worth doing. 



lied is the love color, but white is the holy one; 

 and al>ove all other Avhite flowers the lily is em- 

 blematic of the holy of holies. Of all lilies not the 

 proud ascension nor the lowly lily of the valley is 

 so serenely, j^early pure as the arrowhead lifting 

 its jewels above the mire of the marsh. If only I 

 were a poet and had the gift of rhyming, or meas- 

 uring stateh^ periods, I know the story well 

 enough. There are many things in natin-e that 

 bring the same thought to every heart. The com- 

 pilers of the Bil)le knew that when they ejnto- 

 mized the A^ery Spirit of God in a dove and com- 

 jiared the Prince of Peace with the Avhite lily. 

 Above all else, A\hite, unspotted white, is the em- 

 blem of truth, jnn'ity, and holiness; so this is the 

 song a poet should sing. 



■ The lordly ascension lily was set high in the 

 fields as a perpetual reminder to men that Christ 

 gave His life, and ascended to heaven to inter- 

 cede for them Mith God the Father. The huml)le 

 lily of the valley ^vas placed low among the grasses 

 of untraveled ways that any wanderer there miglit 

 see the emblem, so precious that it was said of 

 Jesus, "I am the lily of the valley." Then to tlie 

 muck and mire of the marsh the Almightv save 

 the whitest and sweetest lily of all, that any lost and 

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