TEACH me, O Lord, the secret hid
Within the lily's golden chalice.
That I should grieve Thee, Lord, forbid,
O! free Thy child from sinful malice.
I lift the chalice of my heart
To Thee alone, O Lord, confiding.
O! let the lily's simple art
Teach me the peace of love abiding.
Thou knowest I am frail and weak,
But teach me as the tender lily
Thy purity alone to seek
From earthly virons dank and chilly.
I pray that in a sinful world
My heart may choose the pure and holy,
E'en the temptations glazed and pearled
Entice me from the pathway lowly.
—Charles H. Rominger.