Classic Poem

The lily we love, it is whiter
For the darkness that covers the day;
The pearl of our souls, it is brighter
For the shadows that turn to gray.

To the sunlight that calls, its tender
Pale petals are closed and chill;
To the dew, though it falls from the splendor
Of stars, it is silent still.

Let the darkness fall deep, and deliver
Unveiled to our weary eyes
The pearl by the Eden River
Our lily in Paradise.