30 THE BOUQUET. 



A beauteous aspect to the scene, 

 And told of love beyond the grave. 

 These token flowers reveal'd that he 

 Who slept below was unforgot. 

 That fond and faithful memory 

 Would linger long around the spot. 

 The sacred shrine w hich love had sought 

 For the dear idol of his thought. 



And, kneehng now on that low bed. 



The Fay beholds a woman fair, 



With cheek wdiose early bloom is fled 



And brow that wears the seal of care ; 



With eye whose dim and shadowy light 



Reveals a history of tears, 



And tells that grief's untimely blight 



Has fallen on hfe's Summer years. 



She's weaving now a blooming wreath, 



A garland of the Fairy's Roses, 



To grace and beautify the tomb 



Where her belov'd reposes. 



Mark, how the tide of woe is stay'd. 



And sorrow's gloomy shadows fade 



From her pale brow and mournful eyes 



The while her pleasant task she plies. 



Tlie tear-drops pause upon her cheek 



And linger there, and gleam awhile 



As night's soft tears on mountain steep 



Gleam in the morning's smile. 



While bending o'er those bright-hued flow^ers 



And drinking in their sweet perfume. 



There comes a dream of liappier hours 



To cheer the mourner's doom. 



