WITH A VASE CARVED IN LILIES-OF-THE-VALLEY AND FILLED WITH A
CLUSTER OF THE SAME.


May that fair image set within thy soul
Of all that thou wouldst have the future be,
Touched, like Pygmalion's, by divine control,
Glow into life, a dear surprise to thee.

O lilies! let your tiny bells to-day,
For bridal blessing ring their sweetest out;
The odor seems to come from far away,
The echoed music of an angel's thought.