90 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
LILIES. 
Purity. 
We are Liles fair. 
The flower of virgin light, 
Nature held us forth, and said, 
“ Lo ! my thoughts of white ! ” 
Ever since then, angels 
Plold 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 crown’d 
With a golden dream. 
Could you see around us 
The enamour’d air, 
You would see it pale with bliss 
To hold a thing so fair. 
Leigh Hunt. 
