CHAPTER XXIII. 
WATER LILT—PURITY OS' HEART. 
Know that the Lilies have spread their hells 
O’er all the pools of our forest dells; 
Stilly and lightly their bases rest 
On the quivering sleep of the water’s breast, 
Catching the sunshine through leaves that throw 
To their scented bosoms an emerald glow; 
And a star from the depth of each pearly cup, 
A golden star unto Heaven looks up, 
As if seeking its kindred, where bright they lie, 
Set in the blue of the summer sky. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
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Walnut. Intellect. Stratagem. 
Wall-flower. Fidelity in adversity. 
