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THE LILY OF THE VALLEY. 
Flowers, flowers, corne forth, ’tis Spring. 
Stars of the woods, the hills, and dells, 
Fair Valley Lilies, corne forth, and ring 
In your green turrets your silvery bells. 
London Magazine. 
The y hâve heard the call, and many a lovely dell 
where in olden time the fairy queen might be sup- 
posed to hâve held her court is studded with their 
pearl-like hlossoms, and scented with their rich 
breath. It is not without a feeling allied to pain 
that we sometimes see thera removed from scenes 
with which their simple grâce peculiarly harmonized 
to spots where the excess of cultivation has, per- 
chance, almost driven nature from the field. Of 
délicate and exceeding beauty, and possessing a rare 
perfume, there is no English flower more loved than 
these fair “ May-lilies ; ” and, dwelling as they do in 
the deep séclusion of the woods, they naturally image 
to our minds unknown or retiring worth. 
