the poetry of flowers, 
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LILIES. 
We arc lilies lair, 
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 tak® 
In pictures their sweet stands. 
Like the garden’s angels 
Also do v\ e seem ; 
And not the less for being crown’d 
With a golden dream. 
Could you see around us 
The enamour’d air, 
You would see it pale with bliss 
To hold a thing so fair. 
PorriES. 
vv e are slumbering poppies, 
Lords ol Lethe downs, 
Some awake, and some asleep, 
Sleeping in our crowns. 
' v perchance our dreams mav know, 
Let cur serious beauty show. 
