Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward

A Dead Lily

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O placid, fainted lily!
You neither toiled nor spun;
You neither thought nor wrought, or well or illy,--
And now your day is done.


You lived--to be a lily.
And should I gain or miss
My life's long purposes or well or illy,
What could I, more than this?

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