By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 24, 2016 Easter Lily By Evelyn Fjelsted We stand in breathless awe beforeThe Easter lily now in bloom;In silence it has long designedTo glorify our living room. The bulb, so still, a secret held –A secret of a coming dawn,A proof of life renewed where onceAnother bloom had come and gone. “They toil not, neither do they spin,”And yet a king was not arrayedLike one of these whose royaltyPresents a roseat...
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