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FLOWERS OF GOd's ACKE. 



Aroxxncl their feet Primi'oses pale — 



Fitter than sculp tiu''cl stone — 

 With grateful perfume fill the vale. 



As names of good men gone. 



And by their side that Pastor good 



"Who joy'd to speak of such, 

 Eesting beneath the Cross he "woo'd** — 



Eelov'd and loving much. 



"While far below, the siu-giug waves. 



For ever making moan, 

 Send up their murmur to the graves, — 

 I Ten thousand notes in one. 



Oh ! what a waking there will be 



On earth's great Easter-morn, 

 When on those happy risen three 



The light of Heaven shall dawn. 



Se, with the souls his words have won, 

 Tliey, hand ia hand, shall mount 



To joia the everlasting throng 

 Which Angels cannot count *=. 



•> A simple iron cross is placed on Mr. Adams' tomb so as to cast iis shadow 

 over it, in touching allusion to one of his most beautiful works. 



= Rev. vii. 9. 



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