 | [Poems by Osgood in] The floral offering, a token of friendship |  |
LILY, WATER ....... Purity.
THE SOUL FLOWER.
Fair grew the Lily,
The vestal of flowers,
Nursed by the sunshine,
Kissed by the showers.
The vestal of flowers,
Nursed by the sunshine,
Kissed by the showers.
Lightly the honey-bee
Sang of his love;
Softly the summer air
Murmured above;
Sang of his love;
Softly the summer air
Murmured above;
And the wild butterfly,
Beaming and blest,
Folded his frolic wings
On her white breast.
Beaming and blest,
Folded his frolic wings
On her white breast.
So lent the Lily
Her leaves to the air,
Woven of snow and light,
Holy and fair.
Her leaves to the air,
Woven of snow and light,
Holy and fair.
All that came to her
Went happy away,
For she was pure,
And loving and gay.
Went happy away,
For she was pure,
And loving and gay.
Balm, light and melody
Flew to the flower,
Making an Eden
Of bliss in her bower.
Flew to the flower,
Making an Eden
Of bliss in her bower.
Meekly she bent
When the storm darkened by,
Brightly she smiled again
To the blue sky.
When the storm darkened by,
Brightly she smiled again
To the blue sky.
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And she thanked God
For his kindness and care,
With her heart's incense,
That rose like a prayer.
For his kindness and care,
With her heart's incense,
That rose like a prayer.
Thus pure and beautiful,
Ne'er could she err;
For she loved all things,
And all things, her!
Ne'er could she err;
For she loved all things,
And all things, her!
So when Death came to her,
With her last sigh,
Up stole the Lily's soul
Into the sky!
With her last sigh,
Up stole the Lily's soul
Into the sky!
F. S. O.
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