LILY OF THE VALLEY. 87 
Thee, too, a lovelier robe arrays, 
Than, even in Israel's brightest days, 
Her wealthiest king array'd : 
Of thy twin leaves the embowered screen, 
Which wraps thee in thy shroud of green, 
Thy Erlen-breathing smell ; 
Thy arched and purple- vested stem, 
Whence pendent many a pearly gem 
Displays a milk-white bell — 
Who forms thee thus with unseen hand 1 
Who at creation gave command, 
And willed thee thus to be ; 
And keeps thee still in being, through 
Age after age revolving?— Who 
But the great God is he ? 
Bishop Mant. 
