LILIES. 
149 
“ There is no God,” the senseless say:— 
“ O God, why east’st thou us away 1 ” 
Of feeble faith and frail 
The mourner breathes his anxious thought— 
By thee a better lesson taught, 
Sweet lily of the vale. 
Yes ! He who made and fosters thee. 
In reason’s eye perforce must be 
Of majesty divine ; 
Wor deems she that his guardian care 
Will He in man’s support forbear, 
Who thus provides for thine. 
The same .— 
•-to the curious eye 
A little monitor presents her page 
Of choice instruction, with her snowy bells. 
The Lily of the Vale. She nor affects 
The public walk, nor gaze of mid-day sun : 
She to no state or dignity aspires, 
But silent and alone puts on her suit. 
And sheds her lasting perfume, but for which 
We had not known there was a thing so sweet 
Hid in the gloomy shade. So when the blast 
Her sister tribes confounds, and to the earth 
