LlLIES. 
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I found that lily’s bloom. 
When the day was dark and chill 
It smiled, like a star in the misty gloom, 
And it sent abroad a soft perfume, 
Which is floating around me still. 
I sat by the lily’s bell, 
And watched it many a day ;— 
The leaves that rose in a flowing swell, 
Grew faint and dim, then drooped and fell, 
And the flower had flown away. 
I looked where the leaves were laid. 
In withering frailness, by, 
And as gloomy thoughts stole on me, said, 
There is many a sweet and blooming maid. 
Who will soon as dimly die. 
LILY OF THE VALLEY 
ANON. 
Sweet flower o’ the valley, wi’ blossoms of 
snow. 
And green leaves that turn the cauld blast 
frae their stems ; 
Bright emblem o’ innocence, thy beauties I 
lo’e, 
Aboon the king's coronet circled wi’ gems! 
