Poems (Ford)/Water-Lilies
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WATER-LILIES.
Pale babes of the billow, your pure faces raising
Up from the dark wave to the sunlight above,
Like glorified souls from their earth-prisons springing,
To bathe their freed wings in the light of God's love,—
Up from the dark wave to the sunlight above,
Like glorified souls from their earth-prisons springing,
To bathe their freed wings in the light of God's love,—
Rocked on the smooth stream like a babe in its cradle,
It seems, while upon its calm bosom ye rest,
As if a broad flake from the blue sky of midnight
Had fallen to earth with the stars on its breast.
It seems, while upon its calm bosom ye rest,
As if a broad flake from the blue sky of midnight
Had fallen to earth with the stars on its breast.
As pure may our souls float o'er life's troubled waters,
As stainless arise from the dust of the grave,
To bathe in the crystalline river eternal
That from God's great love draws its life-giving wave.
As stainless arise from the dust of the grave,
To bathe in the crystalline river eternal
That from God's great love draws its life-giving wave.