The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
The Water-lilyTheodore Harding Rand (18351900)
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Of toiling waters’ much unrest,
Thy simple soul mounts up in worship
Like ecstasy of a spirit blest!
All that thou hast, thou dost unfold!
Fixed in the unseen thy life breathes upward
A heavenly essence from out earth’s mould.
Folds up thy precious gold and white!
Thy casket sinks within veiled bosom,
To ope the richer in morrow’s light.