The Watered Lilies
The MASTER stood in His garden, Among the lilies fair,Which His own right hand had planted, And trained with tend’rest care.He looked at their snowy blossoms, And marked with observant eyeThat the flowers were sadly drooping, For their leaves were parched and dry.“My lilies need to be watered,” The Heavenly Master said;“Wherein shall I draw it for them, And raise each drooping head?”Close to his feet on the pathway, Empty, and frail, and small,An earthen vessel was lying, Which seemed no use at all;But the Master saw, and raised it From the dust in which it lay,And smiled, as He gently whispered, “This shall do My work today:“It is but …