To the Lily
Oh bright and innocent Lilium, Why do you wail in the mountain breeze? Golden Splendour, scented Robina, Why envy the crimson-rose? Think not of them, You also have your shine. Behold the sun outshines all And all life hasten to greet his awakening. Yet it is the moon, the lesser light That makes the cripple hungry for a walk! Village Boy Impressions - The Joys of Mother Africa How you degrade yourself, fairest lily, And do the sons of Adam an injustice. Though they be beguiled of the sun by day, They soon seek the shade of the huge baobab To escape even his charm and grandeur But of the moon, it is not told That they tired nor sought rest. Village Boy Impressions - Moonlit Nights As the day makes way for the night, So does the sun for the moon, And long into the watches of the night, The village is bathed in her glorious splendour, Charmed by her joyous beams Intoxicated with her beauty. Only when she grows shy and hides her grin Do they, at last, seek their happy mats An