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LILIES. 
Take but the humblest Lily of the field ; 
And if our pride will to our reason yield, 
It must by sure comparison be shown, 
That on the regal seat great David’s son, 
Array’d in all his robes and types of pow’r, 
Shines with less glory than that simple flow’r. 
TO LILIES. 
ANON. 
Where yonder lilies wanton with the air, 
And no autumnal blasts have blown to fade, 
If flow’rs thou seek’st, a festive wreathe to 
braid, 
Bend thy search thither, thou wilt find them 
there; 
Not in the arches of the forest, where 
The branching oaks extend unmoving 
shade; 
The earth beyond their twisted roots is bare. 
Save when perchance the hop, with tendrils 
curled, 
Or ivu, stringed, may seek and twine around 
Some stems amidst the forest chiefs that 
tower : 
So, in the mightiest landscapes of the world. 
The flowers of joy and love are seldom found 
At the stern feet of knowledge or of power. 
