From wanton dress, and marvels o'er again,
That heaven hath no wet judgments for the vain.


VII.

"I have a lily in the bloom at home,"
Quoth one, "and by the blessed Sabbath day
I'll pluck my lily in its pride, and come
And read a lesson upon vain array;--
And when stiff silks are rustling up, and some
Give place, I'll shake it in proud eyes and say--
Making my reverence,--'Ladies, an you please,
King Solomon's not half so fine as these,'"


VIII.

Then her meek partner, who has nearly run
His earthly course,--"Nay, Goody, let your text
Grow in the garden.--We have only one--
Who knows that these dim eyes may see the next?
Summer will come again, and summer sun,
And lilies too,--but I were sorely vext
To mar my garden, and cut short the blow
Of the last lily I may live to grow,"


IX.