84 THE LILY. 
Grateful is it yet to feel 
In the heart thy mute appeal; 
Lingering greenness lurking there 
Feelings such as these declare. 
Shed, then, on dark manhood’s gloom, 
Gleams of sunshine from thy bloom, 
Through whose spell the spirit seems 
Once more young in childhood’s dreams. 
—Barton. \ 
THE LILY. 
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 oflove was there. 
I found that lily’s bloom 
When the day was dark and chill: 
It smiled like a star in a misty gloom, 
And it sent abroad a sweet perfume, 
Which is floating around me still 
I sat by the lily’s bell, 
And watch’d it many a day :— 
