PLANTING FLOWERS, ETC. 91 



Oh, kindly spare my plants to tear, 



Ye groups that wander nigh, 

 When summer sunsets fire with gold 



The glorious western sky : 

 So when you slumber in the dust, 



Where now your footsteps tread, 

 May griev d affection train the rose 



Above your lowly bed. 



_J 



