72 LOVE BEYOND THE GRAVE, 



It hath just waved the grass above her rest, 

 And from tear-watered flowers drawn fragrant breath, 

 The flowers ye planted o'er the loved and blest 

 Lend you their freshness from the home of Death, 

 To comfort you and raise the drooping head 

 To meet the birth day of the early dead ! 



" She sleeps — she sleeps — her heavenly rest is won, 



And her immortal waking hath been bright. 



A little longer yet, and one by one, 



Ye too shall bid the earth a sweet ' Good night,' 



The earth was kind, but ever had been given 



A yearning to her heart for other spheres, 



And now the Angels sing her birth in Heaven, 



And God himself hath wiped away her tears, 

 Then calmly, gratefully, lii't up the head 

 To meet the Birthday of the Sainted Dead !" 



Note. — The foregoing touching lines were written by one 

 unknown to fame, but whose heart evidently possesses genuine 

 poetic sensibilities. They were suggested by the first anniver- 

 sary of a friend's birthday, which occurred after her decease. 



