Classic Poem

We think, O Christ, of these sweet words and Thee,
When like Thy love, the lilies' holy scent
Pervades the being with untold content;
When altogether lovely they are seen
Within the shelter of their broad, cool green,
We think, O Christ, of these sweet words and Thee.

We think, O Christ, of these sweet words and Thee,
When midst the lilies, fades the fever-flush
Born of life's toil and struggle, and the hush
Steals over all our grieving and unrest,
As sleep surprises infants on the breast,
We think, O Christ, of these sweet words and Thee.