How wither'd, perish'd, seems the form
Of yon obscure unsightly root!
Yet from the blight of wintry storm
It hides secure the precious fruit.
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A truly beautiful poem from the pen of Irish poet Mary Tighe, describing a white lily. She writes with the eye and soul of a great artist.
And ignorance, with septic eye, Hope's patient smile shall wond'ring view; Or mock her fond credulity, As hersofttearsthe spot bedew; I do not understand this verse?