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1ILJES. 
But we may taste your solace sweet. 
And come again to-morrow. 
Ye felt your Maker’s smile that hour, 
As when he framed, and owned you good. 
His blessing on earth’s primal bower, 
Ye felt it all renewed. 
What care ye now if winter’s storm 
Sweep ruthless o’er each silken form ? 
Christ’s blessing at your heart is warm. 
Ye fear no raging mood. 
Alas! of thousand bosoms kind 
That daily court you and caress, 
How few the happy secret find 
Of your calm loveliness 1 
“ Live for to-day 1 to-morrow’s light 
To-morrow’s cares shall bring to sight j 
Go sleep like closing flowers at night, 
And heaven thy morn will bless! ” 
THE LILY. 
PEUCIVAL. 
I had found out a sweet green spot. 
Where a lily was blooming fair ! 
The din of the city disturbed it not, 
But the spirit, that shades the quiet cot 
With its wings of love, was there. 
