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Some flowers are withered and some joys have died; / The garden reeks with an East Indian scent / From beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent; / The white heat pales the skies from side to side; / But in still lakes and rivers, cool, content, / Like starry blooms on a new firmament, / White lilies float and regally abide. / In vain the cruel skies their hot rays shed; / The lily does not feel their brazen glare. / In vain the pallid clouds refuse to share / Their dews; the lily feels no thirst, no dread. / Unharmed she lifts her queenly face and head; / She drinks of living waters and keeps fair.