The Lily And The Rose

Once I saw two flowers blossom

In a garden 'neath the hill,

One a lily fair and handsome,

And one a rose with crimson frill;

Erect the rose would lift its pennon

And survey the garden round,

While the lily--lovely minion!

Meekly rested on a mound.

Tempest came and blew the garden,

Forthwith the rose fell to the ground,

While the lily, like brave maiden,

Steadfast stood the stormy bound;

The red rose trusting to its prowess

Fell beneath the wind and rain,

While the lily in its meekness

Firm did on its stalk remain.