[Lilie sleeps, in] The angel visitor ; or, the voices of the heart | ||
And loving hands have brought sweet flowers to strew
Around the couch where little Lilie lies;
Here are fair buds yet moist with morning dew,
And blossoms blushing with celestial dyes.
Around the couch where little Lilie lies;
Here are fair buds yet moist with morning dew,
And blossoms blushing with celestial dyes.
[Lilie sleeps, in] The angel visitor ; or, the voices of the heart | ||