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That, as thy lovely bloom 
Sheds round its perfume at the close of day, 
With beauty sweeter from surrounding gloom, 
A star-like ray :— 
So in life’s last decline, 
When the grave’s shadows are around me 
cast. 
My spirit’s hopes may like thy blossoms shine 
Bright at the last; 
And, as the grateful scent 
Of thy meek flower, the memory of my name! 
Oh ! who could wish for prouder monument, 
Or purer fame 1 
The darkness of the grave 
Would wear no gloom appalling to the sight, 
Might Hope’s fair blossom, like thy flow’ret, 
brave 
Death’s wintry night. 
Knowing the dawn drew nigh 
Of an eternal, though a sunless day, 
Whose glorious flowers must bloom immortally, 
Nor fear decay! 
