THE STAR AND THE WATER-LTLY. 
Pity me ! I am she, whom man, 
Hath hated since ever the world began; 
I soothe his brain, 
In the night of pain, 
But at morning he waketh,—and all is vain’ 
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Star anti % Mater-filg. 
Oliver Wendell Holmes. 
rjHIE Sun stepped down from his golden throne, 
And lay in the silent sea; 
And the Lily had folded her satin leaves, 
For a sleepy thing was she; 
What is the Lily dreaming of? 
Why crisp the waters blue ? 
See—see, she is lifting her varnished lid 
Her white leaves are glistening through. 
The Rose is cooling his burning cheek 
In the lap of the breathless tide ;— 
The Lily hath sisters fresh and fair, 
That would lie by the Rose’s side. 
He would love her better than all the rest, 
And he would be fond and true; 
But the Lily unfolded her weary lids 
And looked at the sky so blue. 
