OK, LANGUAGE OE FLOWEKS. 
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silent prayer by the motion of the lips, the 
uplifted hands, the weeping eyes, and the 
heaving bosom. Their mental sensations, 
as they stand by the receptacle of the dead, 
may be thus pourtrayed:— 
I see not now thy lovely face; 
I hear not now thy gentle voice; 
I’m weeping in this solemn place— 
O what can now make me rejoice ? 
The flowers I place upon thy grave, 
Have been bedew’d with many a tear; 
But tears so bitter could not save 
Thy faded form from resting here. 
I take the Amaranthine flower, 
And place it on thy lonely grave; 
To me an emblem of that power, 
Which shall my friend for ever save. 
Although thy form is in the dust, 
Thou art a deathless spirit bright; 
Feasting on heavenly joys, I trust,— 
Praising thy Saviour day and night. 
0 Amaranth, the emblem be 
That my dear friend shall bloom again, 
And that we shall each other see 
In bliss for ever to remain. 
