THE LILY
The Lily speaks in accents soft of
Life and Truth and Love
And of a heaven far above
All sense of discord and of pain,
Where men are healed and hope swells up again.
'T is the Resurrection hour
And from within this pearl-like flower
Comes the incense from above
Wafted down on the wings of Love,
Beckoning man aside from the weary paths of sin.
Saying, gently saying, Enter thou in.
For the door stands open wide.
Bidding us come inside
This vestibule to heaven's eternal home,
And there to stay, never more from the Father's House to roam.
Life and Truth and Love
And of a heaven far above
All sense of discord and of pain,
Where men are healed and hope swells up again.
'T is the Resurrection hour
And from within this pearl-like flower
Comes the incense from above
Wafted down on the wings of Love,
Beckoning man aside from the weary paths of sin.
Saying, gently saying, Enter thou in.
For the door stands open wide.
Bidding us come inside
This vestibule to heaven's eternal home,
And there to stay, never more from the Father's House to roam.
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