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CONSIDER THE LILIES.
CONSIDER THE LILIES.
IN dewy hedge and thicket dim
The birds have trilled their matin hymn.
The sun hath journeyed on his way
Far from the ruby gates of day.
Then lift your lovely looks. Awake,
O dreaming buds of Waban Lake!
The only missing grace supply
To dipping boughs and mirrored sky.
No bee enticed from honeyed wood,
No golden-belted Robin Hood
Shall, turning pirate, do offence
To your unveiled innocence.
Hush ! one by one and two by two,
They sparkle on the waters blue,
A sweet and stainless sisterhood,
Surpassing all similitude.
So may my heart in waking praise
The Giver of benignant days,
With morning blossoms fresh and fair,
The pure resolve, the fragrant prayer.
