LILY. 
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The sound of forest music 
The water song of streams, 
Are become dim and strange to me 
As musings of old witchery; 
But in my fitful dreams, 
And in my waking weary hours 
Spirits come to me, as from flowers. 
LILIES. 
MRS. HEM AN S. 
Thou bidd’st 
The lilies of the field with placid smile 
Reprove man’s feverish strivings, and infuse 
Through his warm soul a more unworldly life 
With their soft holy breath. Thou hast not left 
His purer nature, with its fine devices, 
Uncared for in this universe of Thine ! 
* * * * * 
Receive 
Thanks, blessings, love for these Thy lavish boons. 
And, most of all, their heavenward influences, 
0 Thou, who gavest us flowers! 
