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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: EASTER LILIES. ARLINGS of June and brides of summer sun, Chill pipes the stormy wind, the skies are drear ; Dull and despoiled the gardens every one : What do you here ? We looked to see your gracious blo...
MorePurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: EASTER LILIES. ARLINGS of June and brides of summer sun, Chill pipes the stormy wind, the skies are drear ; Dull and despoiled the gardens every one : What do you here ? We looked to see your gracious blooms arise Mid soft and wooing airs in gardens green, Where venturesome brown bees and butterflies Should hail you queen. Here is no bee nor glancing butterfly; They fled on rapid wings before the snow : Your sister lilies laid them down to die, Long, long ago. And here, amid the slowly dropping rain, We keep our Easter feast, with hearts whose care Mars the high cadence of each lofty strain, Each thankful prayer. But not a shadow dims your joyance sweet, No baffled hope or memory darkly clad; You lay your whiteness at the Lord's dear feet, And are all glad. O coward soul! arouse thee and draw near, Led by these fragrant acolytes to-day ! Let their sweet confidence rebuke thy fear, Thy cold delay. Come with thy darkness to the healing light, Come with thy bitter, which shall be made sweet, And lay thy soil beside the lilies white, At His dear feet! EBB-TIDE. ONG reaches of wet grasses sway Where ran the sea but yesterday, And white-winged boats at sunset drew To anchor in the crimsoning blue. The boats lie on the grassy plain, Nor tug nor fret at anchor chain ; Their errand done, their impulse spent, Chained by an alien element, With sails unset they idly lie, Though morning beckons brave and nigh ; Like wounded birds, their flight denied, They lie, and long and wait the tide. About their keels, within the net Of tough grass fibres green and wet, A myriad thirsty creatures, pent In sorrowful imprisonment, Await the beat, distinct and sweet, Of the white waves' returning feet. My soul their vigil joins, ...
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