And the stately lilies stand 



Fair in the silvery light. 

 Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; 

 Their pure breath sanctifies the air. 



As its fragrance fills the night. 



Julia C. R. 



Dorr. 



" Somebody said that a lily didn't have no pore 

 kin among the flowers. It ain't no wonder they 

 most die of dignity. They're like the 'Piscopals in 

 more ways 'n one ; both hates to be disturbed, both 

 like some shade, an' " — confidentially — " both air 

 putty pernickity : But to tell you the truth, ain't 

 nothin' kin touch 'em when it comes to beauty ! I 

 think all the other beds is proud of 'em, if you'd 

 come to look into it. Why, look at weddin's an' 

 funerals. Don't all the churches call in the 'Pisco- 

 pals an' the lilies on both occasions ?" 



ji/ue Hegan Rice. 



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 crowned 



With a golden dream. 



Could you see around us 



The enamoured air. 

 You would see it pale with bliss 



To hold a thing so fair, 



Leigh Hunt. 



