. Dreams and realities . MY WHITE LILY. ^T^HE garden beds are gay with, flowers,«J- The lily buds are white,And from their pearly cups of bloomA delicate and rare perfumeSteals out across the night. These lilies, like some pearly keys, Unlock the halls of memory vast;Like some sweet strain of music fled,Like breath of flowers that are dead,Are the days that now are past. I see again that glorious night, That radiant silver moon;A fragrance floats upon the breezeThat softly stirs the cherry trees, Sweet with the kiss of June. You said: The first sweet lily budThat blooms Ill bring to you.
. Dreams and realities . MY WHITE LILY. ^T^HE garden beds are gay with, flowers,«J- The lily buds are white,And from their pearly cups of bloomA delicate and rare perfumeSteals out across the night. These lilies, like some pearly keys, Unlock the halls of memory vast;Like some sweet strain of music fled,Like breath of flowers that are dead,Are the days that now are past. I see again that glorious night, That radiant silver moon;A fragrance floats upon the breezeThat softly stirs the cherry trees, Sweet with the kiss of June. You said: The first sweet lily budThat blooms Ill bring to you. Now all the summer winds that blow Kiss the lilies cups of snow,But the promise proved untrue. You said: Before the lilies bloom,One lily I may bring. MY WHITE LILY. 35 And in the garden of my heartOf all the fair, sweet flowers thou artThe fairest and the king. The night wind wafts the sweet perfume Of lilies to me now;And though they are my favorite flower,These angels of a bright, brief hour Are not so fair as OUR LITTLE SCHOOLGIRL IN HER BONNET OFBLUE. T HEBES a dear little lassie about eight yearsold,With eyes like the bluebells and hair bright as gold,With face like a lily and heart good and true—Shes our little schoolgirl in her bonnet of blue. Bout eight in the morning, when school bells ring,You see her get ready, the sweet little thing;And she pins on a flower, still wet with the dew,And ties just above it her bonnet of blue. Then away trips our lassie; she dont want to wait,For the prompt little darling dont want to be as sweet little maiden as ever I knew,And looks like a flower in her bonnet of blue. And we turn to go in with her kiss on our lips,And another blown back from her pink finger tips,And we say: May God bless her, and troubles be fewFor our little schoolgirl in her bonnet of blue! We all are school children in lifes great school,And often before us there lies some hard rule, OUR LITTLE SCHOOLGIRL. 37 And sorrows surround us and joys
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