The Lily Of The Valley

        I've a lily of the Valley
        That I'm keeping here for you;
        I care for and protect it,
        And water it with dew.
        It is a living emblem
        Of the wonderful domain,
        Where all is pure and love-like,
        And where we feel no pain.

        Yes, the Lily of the Valley
        Is a tie twixt you and me;
        For every time you see one
        Think how happy I must be.
        I'm an atom of the infinite,
        How wonderful it seems;
        Yet from your sphere the finite
        But a thin veil intervenes.

Alan L. Strang

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Tho' she stands erect in honor
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In the silence of the darkness
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'Neath their green and cool cathedrals,
In the garden lilies bloom,
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Peal on peal of sweet perfume.
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Is dashed with her choicest gold.

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