FUNERAL FLOWERS. 



" Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came 

 unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared. 



St. Luke xxiv. 1. 



SoLEMJT, yet full of hope, ascends to Heaven the strain^, 

 As dust to kindred dust returns again, 

 Casting a gleam of hallow' d joy within the breast 

 By silent life-consuming grief opprest. 



Strew, strew the flow'rs"", ye maidens clad in whiter ; 

 Mingle with tears these emblems pure and bright : 

 That as a virgin for her bridal mom arrayed"", 

 Tour sister in her sacred home be laid. 



Strew, strew the odorous Yiolct and blushing Eose, 

 Sweet Eosemary that fond remembrance shows®, 

 Hyacinth, Forget-me-not, and Speedwell, heavenly blue, 

 Lily and Pansy*, wild Thyme, undjTUg Rue'*. 



I 



1 " Then shall be said or sung, I heard a voice from Heaven, &c."—The Order 

 for the Burial of the Dead. 



' See notes at end of vol. 



» " There 's Rosemary, that 's for remembrance ;" 



t "And there is Pansies, that 's for thought." 



" " There 's Rue for you ; and here 's some for me ; — we may call it Herb-of- 

 grace o' Sundays." — Hamlet, Act iv. Scene vi. 



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