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FAREWELL TO THE FLOWERS. 
And when their lives are over, they droop away to rest, 
Unconscious of the penal doom, on holy Nature’s breast 
No pain have they in dying, no shrinking from decay 
Oil! could we but return to earth as easily as they ! 
Imtocll ta % Jlotom. 
Mrs. L. H. Sigourney 
C\ O to your peaceful rest, 
Friends of a brighter hour, 
Jewels on youthful Beauty’s breast. 
Lights of the hall and bower! 
Well have ye done your part 
Fair children of the sky, 
We’ll keep your memory in our heart 
When low in dust ye lie. 
Your gladness in our joy, 
Your smile beside our way, 
Your gentle service round the bed, 
Of sickness and decay ; 
Your rainbow on the clouds, 
Your sympathy in pain. 
We’ll keep the memory of your deeds 
Until we meet again. 
