And feeds it on showers, on sunshine and dew;
Yet lives there a king in such garments arrayed?
Such beauty as robes this sweet flower of the glade?
In rapturous reign, the cool waters beside,
It looks up and trusts, and its needs are supplied.
The richest of treasures to thee will be given,
If thou, like the lily, wilt look up to heaven.
THE FIRST EASTER DAWN.
The night is past, the thunder's roar