the broken lily.
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The Broken Lily.
A lily, deck'd in snow-white robes,
Bloom'd by a murm'ring stream,
Each night she bow'd her head in joy,
And dream'd as lilies dream.
Each morn the water wand'ring past,
Its sweetest music gave,
As bending from her couch she view'd
Her pure face in its wave.
Bloom'd by a murm'ring stream,
Each night she bow'd her head in joy,
And dream'd as lilies dream.
Each morn the water wand'ring past,
Its sweetest music gave,
As bending from her couch she view'd
Her pure face in its wave.
'Twas beauteous when the sun arose,
That lily to behold,
Her snowy garments beaded o'er
With gems of glancing gold;
And as towards the blushing sky
Her head she meekly raised,
A ruby gem of purest rays
Upon her bosom blazed.
That lily to behold,
Her snowy garments beaded o'er
With gems of glancing gold;
And as towards the blushing sky
Her head she meekly raised,
A ruby gem of purest rays
Upon her bosom blazed.
And many a bean that flow'ret had:
The bee, though prone to rove,
Forsook the whole gay sisterhood
For his sweet lily love;
The flirting butterfly was seen
To leave more gaudy things,
And where the lily's pale robe gleam'd
To rest his glitt'ring wings.
The bee, though prone to rove,
Forsook the whole gay sisterhood
For his sweet lily love;
The flirting butterfly was seen
To leave more gaudy things,
And where the lily's pale robe gleam'd
To rest his glitt'ring wings.
