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“To Him Who Created the Lily.” 
By Miss Csssie F. Keegan, Rockford, Ill. 
To Him who created the lily, 
To Him who created each thing, 
This garland of bright-colored flowers, 
As an offering sweet I would bring. 
With this wreath of pinks and of laurel, 
Of myrtle and daisies so white, 
Would I crown Thee, our King and our Savior, 
Our Guide in this life’s dark night. 
With tenderest love do I offer 
The Hyacinth, Lily, and Rose; 
Forget-me-nots blue as the heavens, 
The Passion-flower—sweetest that blows. 
Yea! my soul was once like the flowers, 
As pure from the Hand of God; 
But, alas! I have strayed from His guidance, 
The “highway of sin” I’ve trod. 
O! give me the grace, my Savior, 
Hereafter to gather for Thee 
The most bitter of myrrh—as Thou once 
Didst carry Thy Cross for me. 
Yes—Thee will I seek and no other; 
For Thy sake I’ll bear any loss; 
Thee alone will I claim as my Lover, 
Who bled on Calvary’s Cross. 
Although Thou art yet from me hidden. 
And Heaven seems so far away, 
The poor, the sick, and the dying 
I can help, in Thy Name, every day. 
When, at last, my exile is over, 
And my soul from its prison set free, 
I will see Thee and praise Thee, and love Thee, 
Throughout all Eternity. 
