A CLUSTER OF LILIES 



There are "songs without words." There is 

 a speech that is not articulate. " Day unto day 

 uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth 

 knowledge." It is nature's tongue. 



I have gathered for my beloved a cluster of 

 lilies. I cannot translate into our common 

 human tongue what they say to me, or will say 

 for me. There is an inner ear to which they 

 will speak. 



The best most of us can do is to talk about 

 the flowers. Happy we if we can understand 

 their speech to us. 



Let us linger by this bed of lilies. It is not 

 only one of the most beautiful groups in my 

 garden, but for many reasons one of the most 

 interesting. 



Here are only a few members of a very large 

 family. The botanist tells us that there are in 

 this family "about two hundred genera, in- 

 [ ioi ] 



