THE LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. f>3 
Wo, then, where wrapt in fear and gloom 
Fond hearts and true are sighing, 
And deck with emblematic bloom 
The pillow of the dying ; 
And softly speak, nor speak in vain, 
Wf the long sleep and broken chain. 
And say, that he who from the dust 
Recalls the slumbering flower, 
'Fill surely visit those who trust 
His mercy and his power ; 
"Til mark where sleeps their peaceful clay, 
And roll, ere long, the stone away. 
