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The yellow meadow lily bends down over the damp mold it seeks.

It bore a single dark orange-red flower, which did not droop as do the flowers of the meadow lily, but stood stiffly erect.

I see the meadow lilies Flecked with their darker tan, The elms, and the great white clouds; And all the world Is a passing dream.

But what shall we do with the doctor, Mr. Somers?—what does he deserve for running away with our Pattaquasset roses and turning them into meadow lilies?

On long journeys the little feet trudged, to where the beautiful, frail, white meadow lilies rose in clumps from the lush grass of the lowlands.