How lilies came white
Gordon Ware Binkerd
White though ye be; yet, Lillies, know,
From the first ye were not so:
But Ile tell ye
What befell ye;
Cupid and his Mother lay
In a Cloud; while both did play,
He with his pretty finger prest
The rubie niplet of her breast;
Out of which, the creame of light,
Like to a Dew,
Fell downe on you,
And made ye white.