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LILIES. 
Purity. 
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 go fair. 
LeicH Hunt. 
