The Beauty of the Lily

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The Wonder Garden - Milo Winter

This delightful tale is taken from The Wonder Garden – Nature Myths and Tales – Illustrated by Milo Winter. Written by Frances Jenkins Olcott, it’s a collection of over 150 nature myths and tales from all parts of the world. It’s 500 pages provide a vast array of short stories and poems, including tales of flowers, fairies, dragons, talking birds, magic waters and enchanted forests.

The tale of a gloomy and unkempt peasant, a flower with a pure white crown, and a surprising change of heart.

The Beauty of the Lily

An Easter Tale

ONCE upon a time, in a far-distant land, there dwelt a peasant named Ivan, and with him lived his little nephew Vasily.

Ivan was gloomy and unkempt, and his restless eyes looked out
from his matted hair and beard. As for the little Vasily, he was a manly child;
but though his uncle was kind enough to him in his way, he neither washed him,
nor combed his hair, nor taught him anything.

The hut they lived in was very miserable. Its walls were full
of holes, the furniture of its one room was broken down and dusty, and its
floor unswept. The little garden was filled with stones and weeds. The
neighbours passing by in the daytime turned aside their heads. But they never
passed at night, for fear of Ivan.

Now it happened one Easter morning that Ivan, feeling restless,
rose early and went and stood before the door of the hut. The trees were
budding, the air was full of bird-songs, the dew lay glittering on the grass,
and a near-by brook ran leaping and gurgling along. The rays of the rising Sun
shone slanting from the tops of the distant hills, and seemed to touch the hut.


And as Ivan looked, he saw a young man coming swiftly and lightly
from the hills, and he bore on his arm a sheaf of pure white Lilies. The
stranger drew near, and stopped before the hut.

“Christ is risen!” he said in flute-like tones.

“He is risen indeed!” muttered Ivan through his beard.

Then the young man took a Lily from his sheaf and gave it to
Ivan, saying:—

“Keep it white!” And, smiling, he passed on.

Wonderingly Ivan gazed at the flower in his hand. Its
gold-green stem seemed to support a pure white crown,—or was it a translucent
cup filled with light! And as the man looked into the flower’s gold-fringed
heart, awe stole into his soul.

The Language of Flowers, illustrated by Kate Greenaway

Then he turned and entered the hut, saying to himself, “I will
put it in water.”

But when he went to lay the Lily on the window-sill, so that he
might search for a vessel to set it in, he dared not put it down, for the sill
was covered with thick dust.

He turned to the table, but its top was soiled with crumbs of
mouldy bread and cheese mingled with dirt. He looked about the room, and not
one spot could he see where he might lay the Lily without sullying its pure

He called the little Vasily, and bade him stand and hold the
flower. He then searched for something to put it in. He found an empty bottle,
which he carried to the brook and washed and filled with sparkling water. This
he placed upon the table, and in it set the Lily.

Then as he looked at the begrimed hands of little Vasily he
thought to himself, “When I leave the room he may touch the flower and soil
it.” So he took the child and washed him, and combed his yellow hair; and the
little one seemed to bloom like the Lily itself. And Ivan gazed on him in
amazement, murmuring, “I never saw it thus before!”

From that hour a change came over Ivan. He cared tenderly for
the little Vasily. He washed himself and combed his own hair. He cleaned the
hut and mended its walls and furniture. He carried away the weeds and stones
from the garden. He sowed flowers and planted vegetables. And the neighbours
passing by no longer turned their heads aside, but stopping talked with Ivan,
and sometimes gave the little Vasily presents of clothes and toys.

As for the Lily, seven days it blossomed in freshness and
beauty, and gave forth a delicate fragrance; but on the eighth day, when Ivan
and Vasily woke, it was gone. And though they sought it in hut and garden, they
did not find it.

So Ivan and the little Vasily worked from day to day among
their flowers and vegetables, and talked to their neighbours, and were happy.
When the long winter nights came, Ivan read aloud about the Lilies of the Field,
that toil not, neither do they spin, yet Solomon in all his glory was not
arrayed like them. He read of that Beloved that feedeth among the Lilies, and
of the Rose of Sharon and the Lily-of-the-Valley.

So Easter came again. And early, very early in the morning,
Ivan and the little Vasily arose and dressed, and went and stood before the
hut. And when the splendour of the coming day shone above the distant hills,
lo! the young man came swiftly and lightly, and in his arms he bore crimson

He drew near, and, stopping before the hut, said sweetly:—

“Christ is risen!”

“He is risen, indeed!” responded Ivan and Vasily joyously.

“How beautiful is thy Lily!” said the young man.

“Alas!” answered Ivan, “it is vanished away, and we know not

“Its beauty lives in thy heart,” said the young man. “It can
never die!”

And he took from his arm a crimson Rose and gave it to Vasily,

“Keep it fresh!”

But he smiled tenderly at Ivan, and passed on.

The Wonder Garden - Milo Winter