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Hl i CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE 
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it Sweet nurslings of the vernal skics, 
i . Bathed in soft airs and fed with dew, 
bil What more than magic in you lies 
Hi To fill the heart’s fond view ? 
In childhood’s sports, companions gay ; 
In sorrow, on life’s downward way, 
llow soothing !—in our last decay, 
iN Memorials prompt and true. 
Relics ye are of Eden’s bowers : 
As pure, as fragrant, and as fair 
) As when he crowned the sunshine hours 
| Of happy wanderers there. 
Tae Fall’n all beside—the world of life, 
| How is it stained with fear and strife ! 
In Reason’s world what storms are rife, 
What passions range and glare ! 

But cheerful and unchanged the while, 
nt || Your first and perfect form ye show ! 
! The same that won Eve’s matron smile 
i In the world’s opening glow. 
| | The stars of heaven a course are taught 
| Too high above our human thought; 
! | Ye may be found, if ye are sought, 
And as we gaze we know. 



