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THE LILY.
Fair slender Flower, and straight,
And though so dainty white,
Thy beauty may not mate
With Her's, my heart's Delight.
And though so dainty white,
Thy beauty may not mate
With Her's, my heart's Delight.
Though shapely slim and fair,
Yet in less fairness dight
You fairest lilies are
Than Her's, my heart's Delight.
Yet in less fairness dight
You fairest lilies are
Than Her's, my heart's Delight.
Thou but Her emblem art,
An image to the sight
Of purity, whose heart
Is Her's, my heart's Delight.
An image to the sight
Of purity, whose heart
Is Her's, my heart's Delight.
Alas! and thou must fade
And perish: such the plight
Of flower and flower-like maid,—
Even Her's, my heart's Delight.
And perish: such the plight
Of flower and flower-like maid,—
Even Her's, my heart's Delight.
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