LILY OF THE VALLEY. 
Thee, too, a lovelier robe arrays, 
Than, even in Israel’s brightest days, 
Her wealthiest king array’d: 
Of thy twin leaves the embowered screen, 
Which wraps thee in thy shroud of green, 
Thy Eden-breathing smell; 
Thy arched and purple-vested stem, 
Whence pendent many a pearly gem 
Displays a milk-white bell— 
Who forms thee thus with unseen hand? 
Who at creation gave command, 
And willed thee thus to be; 
And keeps thee still in being, through 
Age after age revolving?—Who 
But the great God is he ? 
87 
Bishop Mant. 
