LEAD ME WHERE THE LILY BLOWS.
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In the Holiest of all,
By mine Altar in the gloom,
Behold my lily fair and tall,
Breathing in immortal bloom!
Every lowly thing that feels,
All we misname inanimate,
From one Eternal Heart appeals
To every heart, as to a mate
"Rejoice, or weep, for our estate!"
So, if we love the Father's will,
Embrace the world, and help mankind,
Our lost lily-bell shall fill
With dewy morning soul and mind!
For if mine be the true Lily,
Whence all lily forms have birth,
My holy child will blossom stilly
For me in his morning mirth,
Fairer than he bloomed on earth!
Lead me where the lily blows,
I would wear it in my life,
Weary of world-soil and strife,
Oh, lead me where the lily blows!
