LILIES. 
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TO LILIES. 
ANON. 
Where yonder Lilies wanton with the air. 
And no autumnal blasts have blown to fade, 
If flow’rs thou seek’st a festive wreath to braid, 
Bend thy search thither, thou wilt find them there.— 
Not in the arches of the forest, where 
The branching oaks extend unmoving shade; 
The earth beyond their twisted roots is bare, 
Save when perchance the hop , with tendrils curl’d, 
Or ivy , stringed, may seek and twine around 
Some stems amidst the forest chiefs that tower: 
So, in the mightiest landscapes of the world, 
The flowers of joy and love are seldom found 
At the stern feet of knowledge or of power. 
THE LILY. 
PERCIVAL. 
I had found out a sweet green spot, 
Where a Lily was blooming fair! 
The din of the city disturb’d it not, 
But the spirit, that shaded the quiet cot 
With its wings of love, was there. 
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