1 f>0 FUNERAL FLOWERS. 



Hast thou no loved one lying low, 



No broken reed of earthly trust ? 

 Hast thou not felt the bitter woe 



With which we render dust to dust? 

 Thou hast ! and in one cherished spot, 



Unseen, unknown to earthly eyes, 

 Within their heart, the unforgot 



Entombed in silent beauty lies. 



Memory and Faith, and Love so deep. 



No earthly storm can reach it more 

 Affection that hath ceased to weep, 



These flourish in thy bosom's core. 

 Spare then the flowers ! With gentle tread 



Draw near, remembering what thou art, 

 For blossoms sacred to the dead, 



Are ever springing in thy heart. 



