I. An Old Picture.on popular demand The lilies stand before her like a screen, Through which, upon this silent solemn day, God surely hears. For there she kneels to pray Who bore our Bourne of prayer--Mary the Queen. She was Faith's Present, parting what had been From what began with her and is for aye: On either side God's twofold system lay,-- With meek bowed face a virgin prayed between. So prays she, and the Dove flies in to her, And she has turned. Within the porch is one Who looks as though proud awe made him to smile. Heavy with heat, the growths yield shadow there, The loud flies cross each other in the sun, And the aisle-pillars meet the poplar-aisle.