LILIES.
FIVE beautiful lilies,—two in the charm
Of perfected and glorious bloom,
And three in the exquisite mystery
Of a budded, immaculate gloom,—
Of perfected and glorious bloom,
And three in the exquisite mystery
Of a budded, immaculate gloom,—
Have come to me, fragrant with kindly regard,
Through a hand that was daintily small,
With pink in its tips and a prayer in its pose;—
Fitting vase for the lily stem tall!
Through a hand that was daintily small,
With pink in its tips and a prayer in its pose;—
Fitting vase for the lily stem tall!
I marked its uplifting,—the curve of the arm
Was the curve of a sculptor's delight;—
The dimple of joint and the fingers' light clasp
On the fragrance embodied in white.
Was the curve of a sculptor's delight;—
The dimple of joint and the fingers' light clasp
On the fragrance embodied in white.
O tropical lily buds! Exquisite dust,
So peerlessly blooming for me,
I banish my sadness and bury my care
And I bloom again—bloom unto thee!
So peerlessly blooming for me,
I banish my sadness and bury my care
And I bloom again—bloom unto thee!
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