  When I wandered ’mong the lilies, Over hill and down the dale; And some bloomed in brilliant scarlet, Others pure as snowy veil, Spread their fragrance on the breeze. And I asked them why they came; And each blossom smiled to tell me That to speak of His dear name They had raised their fairest banners, Banners that the children seek, With a shout of baby gladness Lighting heart and eye and cheek. endpaper divider |
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