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rose-trees j that lovely girl who was so fond and careful of her 

 bees! 



They bear her to the cemetery, and to the bottom of the 

 hole which they have dug in the ground to bury her in, a ray 

 of the sun penetrates and gUds the depth of the grave ; two 

 butterflies sportively pursue each pther over it; in a few 

 months grass will conceal her resting-place, forgetfulness will 

 have overcome remembrance ; flowers will bloom upon that 

 grave; the smile will return to the lips of him who loved 

 her, another love will spring up in his heart, and he will 

 whisper it to another ; under those very same trees, the rays 

 of that same sun will play among the hyacinthine curls of 

 this new love, the same perfumes, the same songs of birds will 

 fill the air; and perhaps he may offer her a rose gathered 

 from one of the trees this fair dead girl had planted ! 



