242 aONGS AND CHOKUS OF THE FLOWERS. 
Know you not our only 
Rival flower—the human ? 
Loveliest weight on lightest foot, 
Joy-abundant woman ? 
LILIES. 
We are lilies fair, 
The flower of virgin light; 
Nature held us forth, and said, 
Lo ! my thoughts of white.” 
Ever since then, angels 
Hold us in their hands ; 
You may see them where they take 
In pictures their sweet stands. 
Like the garden’s angels 
Also do we seem ; 
And not the less for being crown’d 
With a golden dream. 
Could you see around us 
The enamour’d air. 
You would see it pale with bliss 
To hold a thing so fair. 
