Poem By Mary Dow Brine
Oh! beautiful lilies, so fair and sweet,
Ye opened your leaves for the Easter morn,
And helped us rejoice that the winter had passed,
And helped us to welcome the spring's glad dawn.
Oh! sweet white lilies, your bloom was blest,
For ye shone out with the Easter sun;
The beautiful emblems of sorrow past,
Of joy and gladness, and victory won.
Ye came with the music of Easter bells,
When they rang their tidings so far and near,
And ye linger still, as the voice of spring
Is singing its own sweet hymn so dear.