The Gilded Lilies

There is a place beyond the mountains
Past the rippling hills of green
Far west of the sandy desert
Where only the birds have seen

Such beauty that is beyond compare
Of woodland stream or sanded beach
And even the great blue lake
Cannot hope to pass its reach

For there beyond the mountains
Past the rippling emerald hills
Lies west of the arid desert
The meadow with gold and silver

So rich and abundant with luxury
Grown in the form of small blossoms
With dainty, thin, soft things for petals
Worth more than a thousand sums

For hours upon end one could gaze at the sight
Of so many of nature's rich hues
But the most precious view above all
Is a glimpse of the dawn off the dew

Perhaps one day you may travel across
The mountains and hills so lush
And pass beyond the barren desert
To see the golden oasis plush

And thence perchance you may reap the reward
Of making the journey so far
To revel in the glorious sight
That surpasses all others that are

You may truly lie 'mongst the gilded lilies
And smell their sweet scent so pure,
Gaze upon the sapphire sky
To feel no place so secure

As this the land of beauty without any end
As far as it stretches beyond
The horizon far off crowned with gleaming sun
Whose rays no finer king has donned

And there you may sit, you may lie in the grace
Of such fine, charming works of the earth
Forever to stay in such a pleasant state
'Til you are no more sensible to their worth

There is a place beyond the mountains
Past the rippling hills of green
Far west of the sandy desert
Where only the birds have seen

Such beauty that is beyond compare
Of woodland stream or sanded beach
And even the great blue lake
Cannot hope to pass its reach