I have within my hand some lilies of the valley, And as I study their minute details And revel in their fragrance and perfection, One thought supreme within my mind prevails: Jesus was called the Lily of the Valley, He came so lowly in a humble bed; So these small blooms are found in lowly alleys Near rotted doorsteps where the feet may tread. They ask no care, but always shed their fragrance In rich abundance on the air around; They multiply in unexcelled persistence Until they lavishly enchant the ground. O don't you see they are a fitting symbol Of Jesus Christ the Lily of the Vale! He sheds abroad His love in silent splendor; His presence brings forth fragrance without fail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVER OF LIFE by THOMAS CAMPBELL DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 3. TO A FRIEND UNSUCCESSFUL IN LOVE by MARK AKENSIDE |