The Lily And The Bee

I Looked upon the lilies
When the morning sun was low,
And the sun shone through a lily
With a softened honey glow.
A spot was in the lily
That moved incessantly,
And when I looked into the cup
I saw a morning bee.
Consider the lilies!
But, it occurs to me,
Does any one consider
The lily and the bee?

The lily stands for beauty,
Use, purity, and trust,
It does a four-fold duty,
As all good mortals must.
Its whiteness is to teach us,
Its faith to set us free,
Its beauty is to cheer us,
And its wealth is for the bee.

Consider the lilies!
But, it occurs to me,
Does any one consider
The lily and the bee?

Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson was an Australian writer and poet. Along with Banjo Paterson, he is among the best-known Australian poets and fiction writers of the colonial period and is often called Australia's 'greatest short story writer'. His works frequently document the lives and struggles of rural and outback Australians. Lawson's own life was marked by hardship and struggles including impaired hearing and financial difficulties, which influenced his realist depictions of Australian life. Some of his notable works include 'While the Billy Boils' and 'In the Days When the World was Wide.'

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It rested once on its crystal bed;
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Consider the lilies. Luke 2:27.


Emblems of Christ our Lord,
Roses and lilies fair,
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His glory seem to share.

The lilies of the field,
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Which will their lessons yield
Long as the seasons roll,

They neither toil nor spin,
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Frozen, they burst to life,
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