Our Lily-Bed

THERE'S a bed of snowy liliesGrowing in our pretty yard,Like a band of trooping fairiesDancing on the fresh green sward.

See with what exquisite leisureAnd delightful grace and ease,—How they sway in perfect measureTo the music of the breeze.

Oh, I love the pretty lilies,With their brows of creamy white,And my heart goes out to kiss them,Dancing in the soft moonlight.