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Judas Flower. 
“The slow dark months crept onward 
Upon their icy way, 
Till April broke in showers, 
And Spring smiled forth in May ; 
Upon the apple-blossoms 
The sun shone bright again, 
When slowly up the highway 
Came a long funeral train. 
* * * * * 
“Now laid upon the coffin 
With a purple flower, might be, 
Told to the cold dead sleeper; 
The rest could only see 
A fragrant purple blossom. 
Plucked from a Judas-tree.” 
“’Mid all that homage given 
To a fluttering heart at rest. 
Perhaps an honest sorrow 
Dwelt only in one breast: 
The boyish silent homage, 
To child and bride unknown; 
The pitying tender sorrow 
Kept in his heart alone; 
