Voice of Flowers/The White Lily

by Lydia Huntley Sigourney

THE WHITE LILY.

TO A YOUNG LADY.

With its pure and stainless breast,
    See the graceful Lily rise,
Bearing on its snowy vest
    Pearly dew-drops from the skies.

Emblem of the youthful mind—
    Fresh from Nature's pencil bright,
And by Heaven's own smile refin'd
    For unfading realms of light.

Fair One—may thy life below,
    Like that peaceful flow'ret prove,
And thy spirit's fragrance flow
    O'er the fervent heart of love.

Of thyself forgetful still,
    All who dwell around thee bless,
Heedful of thy Maker's will,
    Beautiful in lowliness.

Long may faithful Memory dwell
    On thy virtues fond and true,
And Affection's tablet tell
    Where the stainless Lily grew.