THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. 485 
“They shall all bloom in fields of light, 
. Transplanted by my care; 
And. saints, upon their garments white 
These sacred blossoms wear.” 
And the mother gave, in tears and pain, 
Those flowers she most did love ; 
She knew she should find them all again 
In the fields of light above. 
Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath, 
The Reaper came that day ; 
’Twas an Angel visited the green earth, 
And took the flowers away. 
