Poems (Hoffman)/Easter Lilies

by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

For works with similar titles, see Easter Lilies.

"They grew where waters tumbled dozenIn little falls and whirlings,"

EASTER LILIES

They grew where waters tumbled downIn little falls and whirlings,A canyon, where wild maidenhairGrew thick, and little frog-choirs sungTheir Easter melodies amongThe fern-fronds green uncurling;Oh, I can almost see the spot,So shaded, cool and stilly,Whence came the creamy delicateSweet Easter wild star-lily!

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 Every day is a little life To live at our very best, Every night is a little death When the weary workers rest;If we make each day a small successThe sum of our days cannot be less.

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Though scattered be my mortal dustBy worm, or wind, or wave,Oh, priceless is the Christian trust!My God shall mark my grave.