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THE LILY. 
They were gathered for a bridal! 
Where a thousand torches glistened; 
When the holy words were spoken, 
And the false and faithless listened, 
And answered to the vow 
Which another heart had taken ; 
Yet he was present then, 
The once loved, and the forsaken. 
They were gathered for a bridal! 
And now, now they are dying, 
And young Love at the altar 
Of broken faith is sighing. 
Their Summer life was stainless, 
And not like hers who wore them; 
They are faded, and the farewell 
Of beauty lingers o’er them ! 
J. G. PercivaL 
T HAD found out a sweet green spot, 
A Where a Lily was blooming fair; 
The din of the city disturbed it not, 
But the spirit, that shades the quiet cot 
With its wings of Love, was there. 
