182 THE LILY OF THE VALLEY. 
such be now left us; and soon after, the song 
of the nightingale is heard in our woods, and 
Philomel will be found seated on the oaken 
screen which shades his lady love, who nightly 
sends forth her perfume as a grateful return 
for the happiness his presence imparts. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
I had found out a sweet green spot. 
Where a Lily was blooming fair ; 
The din of the city disturb’d it not. 
But the spirit that shades the quiet cot, 
With its wings of love was there. 
I found that Lily bloom 
When the day was dark and chill; 
It smiled like a star in a misty gloom, 
And it sent abroad a soft perfume. 
Which is floating around me still. 
I sat by the Lily’s hell. 
And watch’d it many a day; 
The leaves, that rose in a flowing swell. 
Grew faint and dim, then droop’d and fell, 
And the flower had flown away. 
