162 FUNERAL T LOWERS. 



Bring flowers ! thus said the lovely song ; 



And shall they not be brought 

 To her who linked the offering 



With feeling and with thought ? 



" Bring flowers the perfumed and the pure 



Those with the morning dew, 

 A sigh on every fragrant leaf, 



A tear on every hue. 

 So pure, so sweet, thy life has been, 



So filling earth and air 

 With odors, and with loveliness, 



Till common scenes grow fair." 



THE WEDDING WAKE. 



BY GEORGE BARLEY. 



WE'LL carry her o'er the churchyard green, 



Down by the willow trees ; 

 We'll bury her by herself between 



Two sister cypresses. 



Flowers of the sweetest, saddest hue, 



Shall deck her lowly bed, 

 Rosemary at her feet we'll strew, 



And violets at her head 



