Poems (Griffin)/Our Lily-Bed

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OUR LILY-BED.
THERE'S a bed of snowy lilies Growing in our pretty yard,Like a band of trooping fairies Dancing on the fresh green sward.
See with what exquisite leisure And delightful grace and ease,—How they sway in perfect measure To the music of the breeze.
Oh, I love the pretty lilies, With their brows of creamy white,And my heart goes out to kiss them, Dancing in the soft moonlight.
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