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The little anchor eternal 



On mossy pillow of green, 

 Taught of the hope everlasting 



Though there be a veil between. 



The cross of Verbenas resting 



Near by with their brilliant hues, 



Were in their form and their beauty 

 As perfect as one could choose. 



The Vases were filled with sweetness 

 Culled from the garden's of home, 



Displaying taste in arrangement, 



Breathing fragrance through the room. 



The Star with its hues of beauty 

 As if from Heaven's own blue, 



Like a planet bright and perfect 

 Shone with luster deep and true. 



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The Baskets were ne'er so pretty 



We said as we looked them o'er, 

 They were filled to overflowing I 



From out a bountiful store. 



Yes, one bright little green beauty 

 Of Snowdrops waxy and white. 



Told us fruit of flowers lasteth 



The rough rugged wintei-'s blight. 



The Heliotrope spoke devotion ; 



The Pinks, of affection true ; 

 And choice beautiful Roses 



Show'd what love and care can do. 



Cyprus with Zinnia blending 



Of the absent friends did mourn. 



Who their part of wit and wisdom 

 At our fairs have yearly borne. 



