The Easter Lily

The Easter Lily 0 lily dear! Oh, wondrous choice Of all the flowers sweet ! With beauty rare you proudly stand, The Easter morn to greet. Your tender life — oh, happy thought — With Christ's it doth compare; Who lived, who died, who lives that we His heavenly joys might share. Your glossy leaves like steps they rise Along your graceful stem, Then at the top, in purest white, Unfolds the flower gem. So was the life of Christ our Lord, As step by step he rose, Until in strength of love most pure, His mission did disclose. 0 lily dear! your fragrance sweet, Your gift, you freely give; So on die cross the Savior gave His life that all might live. Oh, blessed resurrection morn! O promise, sacred, sure, That life again in perfect love, Forever will endure. Carrie Tanner