“The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grass
Answer'd the lovely maid and said: "I am a watry weed,
And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales;
So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head;
Yet I am visited from heaven, and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand,
Saying: 'Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower,”
~~William Blake
Happy Natal Day Lily
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This poem was picked by Auntie Precy Bierbaum in dedication to Lily's 32nd birthday last 3 April 2020. Eleven months later, Auntie Precy passed away.
