150 DROPS PROM FLORA’S CUP. 
THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. 
MRS. HEMANS. 
* Consider the lilies of the field.* 
Flowers! when the Saviour’s calm benignant eye 
Fell on your gentle beauty — when from you 
That heavenly lesson from all hearts he drew, 
Eternal, universal as the sky — 
Then in the bosom of your purity, 
A voice He set, as in a temple-shrine, 
That life’s quick travellers ne’er might pass you 
by 
Unwarned of that sweet oracle divine. 
And though too oft its low, celestial sound, 
By the harsh notes of work-day care is drowned, 
And the loud steps of vain, unlistening haste, 
Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power 
Mightier to reach the soul, in thought’s hushed 
hour, 
Than yours, ye lilies 1 chosen thus and graced 1 
! 
