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LILIES. 
LEIGH HUNT. 
We are lilies fair, 
The flower of virgin light, 
Nature held us forth, and said, 
“ Lo ! my thoughts of white !” 
Ever since then, angels 
Hold us in their hands ; 
You may see them where they take 
In pictures their sweet stands. 
Like the garden’s angels 
Also do we seem, 
And not the less for being crowned 
With a golden dream. 
Could you see around us 
The enamoured air, 
You would see it pale with bliss 
To hold a thing so fair. 
WATER LILIES. 
E. R. B. 
Misty moonlight, faintly falling, 
O’er the lake at eventide, 
Shows a thousand gleaming lilies 
On the rippling waters wide. 
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