Lily of the Valley. 
18tb— Ketorn of Happinesa & 
Here's the lily of the vale, 
That perfumed the morning gale, 
All so spotless, and so pale.— Clare. 
— I9tb — 
White bud, that in meek beauty so dost lean 
Thy cloister’d cheek, as pale as moonlight snow, 
Thou seem’st beneath thy huge, high leaf of green 
An eremite beneath his mountain brow.— Croly. 
— 20tb — 
And the Naiad-like lily oi the vale. 
Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so pale. 
That the light of its tremulous bells is seen 
Through their pavilions of tender green. 
Shelley. 
— 2l9t — 
The vir^n lily of the vale I love, 
Laden with sweets Arabia cannot give. 
— 22nl> — 
See the lily on its bed 
Hanging down its modest head, 
While it scarcely can be seen 
Folded in its lettf of gjreen. 
— 23r&- 
See, bending to the gentle gale. 
The modest lily of the vale. 
Hid in its leaf of tender green, 
Mark its soft and simple mien. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
