EASTER LILIES
Oh, where are the sweet white lilies
That grew by the garden wall?
We wanted them for Easter,
But there is not one at all!
Down on the bare brown garden
Their roots lie hidden deep,
And the life is pulsing through them
Although they seem to sleep;
And the gardener's eye can see them—
Those germs that hidden lie, —
Shine in the stately beauty
That shall clothe them by-and-by!
Even so, in our hearts are growing
The lilies the Lord loves best:
The faith, the hope, the patience
He planted in the breast.
Not yet is their rich full blossom,
But He sees their coming prime
As they shall smile to meet Him
In earth's glad Easter time!
The love that striveth towards Him
Through earthly gloom and chill;
The humble sweet obedience
Through darkness following still—
These are the Easter lilies,
Precious and fair and sweet,
We may bring to the risen Master
And lay at His blessed feet!
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