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them! Could there be anything sad in Flower Land? They could not believe it possible, and yet when a tiny little fairy stepped from a cluster of wild flowers and sang them the song of the Lily and the Rose, diamond tears stole down the cheeks of the little lass and the little lad.
The Rose and the Lily.
A tender Rose, so pretty and sleek,
Loved a Lily pure and white;
And paid his court with breathings meek—
Watching o’er her day and night.
While the Lily bowed her virgin head,
The Rose his message sent;
The Lily clung to her lover red,
And gave her shy consent.
Loved a Lily pure and white;
And paid his court with breathings meek—
Watching o’er her day and night.
While the Lily bowed her virgin head,
The Rose his message sent;
The Lily clung to her lover red,
And gave her shy consent.
The Violets cooed, and the Hare-bells rang,
And the Jasmine shook with glee;
While the birds high in the branches sang,
“Forget not true to be.”
And the Jasmine shook with glee;
While the birds high in the branches sang,
“Forget not true to be.”
