I 160 FUNEKAL FLOWERS. 
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' Hast thou no loved one lying low, 
No broken reed of earthly trust ? 
Hast thou not felt the hitter woe 
With which we render dust to dust 1 
Thou hast! and in one cherished spot, 
Unseen, unknown to earthly eyes. 
Within their heart, the unforgot 
Entombed in silent beauty lies. 
Memory and Faith, and Love so deep, 
I No earthly storm can reach it more— 
Affection that hath ceased to weep, 
These flourish in thy bosom’s core. 
' Spare then the flowers ! With gentle tread 
I Draw near, remembering what thou art, 
' For blossoms sacred to the dead. 
Are ever springing in thy heart. 
