Among the Lilies

Among the lilies she lies asleep,
Our Easter lily, so fair and sweet,—
A flower too fair and frail to keep
Where love with sorrow and pain must meet.

Among the lilies in Paradise
(O sweeter than Eden, God’s garden above!)
Stands a little child,—and the same dear eyes
Look up into ours with immortal love.

Among the lilies! Lord, grant that we
With the pure in heart thy face may see,
And find with our loved and our lost a home
Where pain and sorrow can never come.