My Blessed Lord, art thou a Lilly Flower? Oh! that my Soul thy Garden were, that so Thy bowing Head root in my Heart, and poure Might of its Seeds, that they therein might grow. Be thou my Lilly, make thou me thy knot: Be thou my Flowers, I'le be thy Flower Pot. My barren heart thy Fruitfull Vally make: Be thou my Lilly flouerishing in mee: Oh Lilly of the Vallies. For thy sake, Let me thy Vally, thou my Lilly bee. Then nothing shall me of thyselfe bereave. Thou must not me, or must thy Vally leave. How shall my Vallie's Spangling Glory spred, Thou Lilly of the Vallies Spangling There springing up? Upon thy bowing Head All Heavens bright Glory hangeth dangling. My Vally then with Blissfull Beams shall shine, Thou Lilly of the Vallys, being mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PARLIAMENT OF WOMEN: PRAXAGORA REHEARSES by ARISTOPHANES MOURNING WOMEN by MATHILDE BLIND TO MISS ANNA MARIA TRAVERS. AN EPISTLE FROM SCOTLAND by CHARLOTTE BRERETON HYMN TO THE NORTH STAR by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |