The Red Lily
Reading edition

Our Blessed Lord was walking in the Garden of Gethsemane, where there were many beautiful flowers growing, and each as He passed bowed its head in love and sympathy for Him in His hour of pain and sorrow.
But when the tall white lily saw Him coming, she said to herself: “I will hold up my face for Him to look on, and the sight of my beauty will comfort Him; and I will not bow my head like all the other foolish flowers.”
So when Our Blessed Lord came to where the lily was, erect in all her proud beauty, He stopped and looked at her, and the lily was so overcome with shame at having been so vain and boastful, that she blushed crimson and hung her head, as we see her descendants in the garden now.




TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
Fixed typos; non-standard spelling and dialect retained.
The entire book was printed in landscape format.