FIELD FLOWERS. 
9 
But whilst to thoughtless ones and gay 
Ye breathe these truths severe, 
To those who droop in pale decay 
Have ye no word of cheer? 
Oh yes, ye weave a double spell, 
And death and life betoken well. 
Go, then, where, wrapt in fear and gloom. 
Fond hearts and true are sighing, 
And deck with emblematic bloom 
The pillow of the dying ; 
And softly speak, nor speak in vain. 
Of your long sleep and broken chain. 
And say that He, who from the dust 
Recalls the slumbering; flower. 
Will surely visit those who trust 
His mercy and His power ; 
Will mark where sleeps their peaceful clay, 
And roll, ere long, the stone away. 
