LILIES. 
I found that Lily’s bloom, 
When the day was dark and chill: 
It smiled like a star in the misty gloom 
nd it sent abroad a soft perfume, 
hich is floating around me still. 
I jsat by the Lily’s bell, 
d watch’d it many a day ; 
The leaves that rose in a flowing s\Vell, 
Grew faint and dim, then droop’d and fell, 
And the flower had flown away. 
I look’d where the leaves were laid, 
In withering frailness, by, 
And as gloomy thoughts stole on me, said, 
There is many a sweet and blooming male 
Who will soon as dimly die. 
THE LILY OF THE VALLEY AND THF ANEMONE 
ANON. 
Sweet flower, you fondly strive to hide 
Your lovely form from public $iew. 
While the gay blossom’s eastern pride 
Appears in every varied hue. 
So will a cultured feeling mind, 
Oft, trembling, shrink from worldly gaze, 
Whilst flippant wit, at ease reclined, 
Spreads all around its transient rays. 
