The Argosy — page 133: what you’re looking at

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116 Mary Russell Mitford. Mile Cross to Swallowfield, on account of the house she there took. possession of being more comfortable. Here, as in the old home, it was all sunshine, all perfume in the atmosphere which surrounded her; even when age and infirmity began to creep upon her, she could never forget to be sympathetic and gracious. At length, after her health had been gently declining for some time, she passed calmly out of this life at the age of sixty-eight, leaving a name that. we still love, ALICE KING, LILIES ABLOOM! LiLiEs abloom! While the earth is heavy and wet with dew, And the darkness is not, or the light, And the west is red, and the east is blue, The one in a flame of day, and the other in shade of night! Liles abloom! Lilies abloom ! Standing upright in the shadows, all silver and gold, With a strange sweet breath, faint on the fainting wind, So white and sweet! Yet rooted deep in the mould, With a thousand clinging roots that in darkness and dust are twined ! Lilies abloom ! : Lilies abloom! Passionless! dreamlike! wonderful! fit for a little child To worship and gaze at and wonder with strange surprise, Each one alike undefiled and fit for the undefiled, Born of the earth—and earth—yet that which the earth defies! Lilies abloom ! Lilies abloom ! Fit for sad eyes to see, beclouded with misty tears, And fit for the touch of heavy and fevered hands; When Death rules as a king over the barren years, And the roadway is rocky and rough that leads to the neaceful lands! Lilies abloom! Lilies abloom! Fit for the silent and still, a gift to the dead who rest, For the quiet of folded hands, for the eyes that open not; To lie for a pledge of life on a world-weary silent breast, For one who has hoped, and prayed, and died in the common lot! Lilies abloom! T. S. CUNNINGHAM. Eomicbook (E(e)