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would poison the air, and the bees, by making 
honey, she admired them so much that she thought 
she never should feel angry with them again, but 
would drive, them away without destroying them. 
The yellow and red Lilies kindled gorgeously in 
the light of the sun, whose fervent heat now drove 
Mary from the fields to the sheltered garden. As 
she passed through it, the White Lilies arrested 
her steps. When she looked into the open chalice, 
whose brilliancy dazzled her sight, and where the 
scarlet lady-birds lay basking in the sunshine, like 
coral beads on the white neck of infancy, she won¬ 
dered it did not wither under such glowing rays as 
must fall concentrated within it; but the Lily told 
her that when she rolled back her petals thus, like 
a turban, these warm rays were reflected in many 
directions, and did not pour into the center, as in 
those flowers which remain stationary all the day, 
