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 . . . Purple lilies Dante blew
 To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.  
 . . . Purple lilies Dante blew
 To a larger bubble with his prophet breath. 
 But who will watch my lilies,
 When their blossoms open white?
  By day the sun shall be read more 
 But who will watch my lilies,
 When their blossoms open white?
  By day the sun shall be sentry,
   And the moon and the stars by night! 
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the 
field, how they grow; they toil not, read more 
 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the 
field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was 
not arrayed like one of these. 
 "Look to the lilies how they grow!"
 'Twas thus the Saviour said, that we,
  Even in the read more 
 "Look to the lilies how they grow!"
 'Twas thus the Saviour said, that we,
  Even in the simplest flowers that blow,
   God's ever-watchful care might see. 
 Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
 Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour,
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 Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
 Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour,
  Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced! 
 I wish I were the lily's leaf
 To fade upon that bosom warm,
  Content to wither, pale read more 
 I wish I were the lily's leaf
 To fade upon that bosom warm,
  Content to wither, pale and brief,
   The trophy of thy paler form. 
 And lilies are still lilies, pulled
 By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.  
 And lilies are still lilies, pulled
 By smutty hands, though spotted from their white. 
 We are Lilies fair,
 The flower of virgin light;
  Nature held us forth, and said,
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 We are Lilies fair,
 The flower of virgin light;
  Nature held us forth, and said,
   "Lo! my thoughts of white."
   - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),