

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

















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