LI LIES. 
9H 
TO LILIES. 
ANON. 
Where yonder Lilies wanton with the air, 
And no autumnal blasts have blown to fade, 
If flow’r.s thou seek’st a festive wreath to braid, 
Bend thy search thither, thou wilt find them there.— 
Not in the arches of the- forest, where 
The branching oaks extend uamoving shade; 
The earth beyond their twisted roots is bare, 
Save when perchance the hop, with tendrils curl’d, 
Or ivy, stringed, may seek and twine around 
Some stems amidst the forest chiefs that tower: 
So, in the mightiest landscapes of the world, 
The flowers of joy and love are seldom found 
At the stern feet of knowledge or of power. 
TIIE LILY. 
PERCIVAL. 
I had found out a sweet green spot, 
Where a Lily was blooming fair! 
The din of the city disturb’d it not, 
But the spirit, that shaded the quiet cot 
With its wings of love, was there. 
