LILIES. 
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Bursting thy green sheath’s silken string, 
Unveil thy charms, and perfume shed;— 
Unfold thy robes of purest white, 
Unsullied from their darksome grave. 
And thy soft petals’ silvery light. 
In the mild breeze unfettered wave. 
So Faith shall seek the lowly dust, 
Where humble Sorrow loves to lie. 
And bid her thus her hopes entrust. 
And watch with patient cheerful eye; — 
And bear the long cold wintry night, 
And bear her own degraded doom, 
And wait till heaven’s reviving light, 
Eternal spring, shall burst the gloom. 
SONG OF THE LILY. 
ANON. 
Let others boast, in their golden pride, 
Of graceful form, or roseate bloom— 
Yet the lily is fairer than all beside, 
That glow in their beauty, or breathe in per¬ 
fume. 
What, though the bright rose in her glory essay 
To adorn with her blushes the cheek of the 
fair! 
