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Literary Gazette, 7th June, 1834, Page 401
ORIGINAL POETRY.
THE HISTORY OF THE LILY.
It grew within a lonely dell,
Where other flowers were growing,
A sweet companionship, to tell
How fair the spring was blowing.
Like some lorn lady, mournfully
With love unpitied drooping,
And head declined, a young ash-tree
Above the bank was stooping.
So when the hottest sunbeams came,
They fell with softened splendour;
Green shadows made the noontide flame
Almost as moonlight tender.
And violets around them grew,
And, in the rainy weather,
Opened their urns of April blue,
And flung forth sweets together.
And o'er the pebbles a small brook
Its pleasant chime was ringing;
So just escaped from bench and book,
A joyous child goes singing.
