FUNERAL FLOWERS. 
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Hast thou no loved one lying low, 
No broken reed of earthly trust ? 
Hast thou not felt the bitter woe 
With which we render dust to dust? 
Thou hast! and in one cherished spot, 
Unseen, unknown to earthly eyes, 
Within their heart, the unforgot 
Entombed in silent beauty lies. 
Memory and Faith, and Love so deep. 
No earthly storm can reach it more— 
Affection that hath ceased to weep, 
These flourish in thy bosom’s core. 
Spare then the flowers ! With gentle tread 
Draw near, remembering what thou art, 
Foi blossoms sacred to the dead, 
Are ever springing in thy heart. 
