The honey-bee that wanders all day long The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant winter store, Humming in calm content his winter song, Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast, The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips, But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely pressed Within the poison chalice.
Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dewShut in a lily's golden core.margaret junkin preston
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread, Are opening roses in the lily's bed.john gay
Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew Shut in a lily's golden core.margaret junkin preston
Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew Shut in a lily's golden core.
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.edwin arnold