LILY, WATER, 
Purity. 
THE SOUL FLOWER. 
Fair grew the Lily, 
The vestal of flowers, 
Nursed by the sunshine, 
Kissed by the showers. 
Lightly the honey-bee 
Sang of his love; 
Softly the summer air 
Murmured above; 
And the wild butterfly, 
Beaming and blest, 
Folded his frolic wings 
On her white breast. 
So lent the Lily 
Her leaves to the air, 
Woven of snow and light, 
Holy and fair. 
All that came to her 
Went happy away, 
For she was pure, 
And loving and gay. 
Balm, light and melody 
Flew to the flower, 
Making an Eden 
Of bliss in her bower. 
Meekly she bent 
When the storm darkened by, 
Brightly she smiled again 
To the blue sky. 
