Poems (Chitwood)/Lillia and Mary

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LILLIA AND MARY.
Fair troops of shining angels On drooping wings are placed,Upon the Parian marble Where Lillia's name is traced.But on a mossy headstone, You read our Mary's name;And but a rose tree o'er her, Drops leaves of sunset flame.
One sleeps in costly satin; And 'round her raven hairAre pearls of rarest splendor, Amid the darkness there.But Mary's robe of muslin Lies softly 'neath her hands;And, unadorned, her tresses Fall in long golden bands.
Fair Lillia sleeps in silence Amid the city's walls,And through the white dust rising, The sunlight dimly falls.But softly, sweetly, silent, Is Mary's peaceful rest,—You can almost hear the alders Drop blooms upon her breast.
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A mourner, proud and stately, Bends over Lillia's clay;You can hear the rich robes rustle As sad she moves away.But over little Mary, A child with bronzed cheekKneels every morn and even', With resignation meek.
Two little children sleeping, Whatever storms may blow;One dwelt amid the splendor Of luxury below;The other, on the greensward, Moved o'er the velvet leaves;And slept amid the flowers, "Like birds beneath the caves."
Two happy little children, Christ's blessing on their brow;On earth they had no meeting, But they are sisters now!They know and love each other, In the celestial land;Their lips one song are trilling, As stand they hand in hand.
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