O lovely lily clean,
O lily springing green,
O lily bursting white,
Dear lily of delight,
Spring in my heart agen
That I may flower to men.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.
Matthew. VI. 28.
"Look to the lilies how they grow!"
'Twas thus the Saviour said, that we,
Even in the simplest flowers that blow,
God's ever-watchful care might see.
Moir—Lilies.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
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Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew
Shut in a lily's golden core.
Margaret J. Preston—Agnes.
Is not this lily pure?
What fuller can procure
A white so perfect, spotless clear
As in this flower doth appear?
Quarles—The School of the Heart. Ode XXX.
St. 4.
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 15
8 Like the lily.
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 151.
And the wand-like lily which lifted up,
As a Maenad, its moonlight-coloured cup,
Till the fiery star, which is its eye,
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky.
Shelley—The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.
"Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory
Array'd," the lilies cry, "in robes like ours;
How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory
Are human flowers!"
Horace Smith—Hymn to the Flowers. St. 10.
But who will watch my lilies,
When their blossoms open white?
By day the sun shall be sentry,
And the moon and the stars by night!
Bayard Taylor—The Poets' Journal. The
Garden of Roses. St. 14.
But lilies, stolen from grassy mold,
No more curled state unjold,
Translated to a vase of gold;
In burning throne though they keep still
Serenities unthawed and chill.
Francis Thompson—Gilded Gold. St. 1.
Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales,
The lily wraps her silver vest.
Till vernal suns and vernal gales
Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast.
Mary Tirmic—The Lily.
LILY-OF-THE-VALLEY
Convallaria Majalis
The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen,
Puts on^he robe she neithci sew'd nor spun.
Michael Bruce—Elegy.
White bud! that in meek beauty dost lean
Thy cloistered cheek as pale as moonlight
snow,
Thou seem'st, beneath thy huge, high leaf of
green,
An Eremite beneath his mountain s brow.
George Croly—The Lily of the Valley.
And in his left he held a basket full
Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull
Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still
Than Leda's love, and cresses from the rill.
KEATB—Endymion. Bk. I. L. 155.
And the Naiad-like lily of the vale,
Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale,
That the light of its tremulous bells is seen,
Through their pavilions of tender green.
Shelley—The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.
Where scattered wild the Lily of the Vale
Its balmy essence breathes.
Thomson—The Seasons. Spring. L. 445.
And leaves of that shy plant,
(Her flowers were shed) the lily of the vale.
That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds
Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets.
Wordsworth—The Excursion. Bk. IX. L. 540.
- LINCOLN ##
LINCOLN
"Railsplitter."
Lincoln and John Hanks in 1830 split 3,000 rails. Incident related in the House of Representatives by Washburn, and quoted in the Republican State Convention at Decatur, Macon County.
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| text = <poem>Some opulent force of genius, soul, and race,
Some deep life-current from far centuries
Flowed tc his mind and lighted his sad eyes,
And gave his name, among great names, high place.
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| text = <poem>To set the stones back in the wall
Lest the divided house should fall.
The beams of peace he laid,
While kings looked on, afraid.
John Vance Cheney—Lincoln.
Unheralded, God's captain came
As one that answers to his name;
Nor dreamed how high his charge,
His privilege how large.
John Vance Cheney—Lincoln.
