I thought it was a crackly, withered leaf.
Away it flew! I don't know where it went.
And so I thought, I have a story now
To tell dear father when he comes to Lily.
Julian.
Thank you, my child; a very pretty dream.
But I am tired—will you go find another—
Another dream somewhere in sleep for me?
Lily.
O yes, I will.—Perhaps I cannot find one.
[He lays her down to sleep; then sits musing.]
Julian.
What shall I do to give it life again?
To make it spread its wings before it fall,
And lie among the dead things of the earth?
Lily.
I cannot go to sleep. Please, father, sing
The song about the little thirsty lily.
[JULIAN sings.]
SONG.
Little white Lily
Sat by a stone,
Drooping and waiting
Till the sun shone.
Little white Lily
Sunshine has fed;
Little white Lily
Is lifting her head.
Little white Lily
Said, "It is good:
Little white Lily's
Clothing and food!
Little white Lily
Drest like a bride!
Shining with whiteness,
And crowned beside!"