24 WILD FLOWERS. 
The Lily of the Valley. 
I had found out a sweet green spot, 
Where a lily was blooming fair; 
The din of the eity disturbed it not, 
But the spirit that shades the quiet cot 
With its wings of love was there. 
I found that lily’s bloom, 
When the day was dark and chill; 
It smiled like a star in a 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 paleness, by, 
And, as gloomy thoughts stole on me, said, 
