Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow

Have you seen but a bright lily

Before rude hands have touched it?

Have you marked but the fall of

Before the soil hath smutched it?

Have you felt the wool of beaver,

Or swan's down ever?

Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier,

Or the nard in the fire?

Or have tasted the bag of the bee?

O so white,

O so soft,

O so sweet is she!