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Plant the green sod with the crimson rose, 
Let my friends rejoice o’er my calm repose ; 
Let my memory be like the odours shed, 
My hope like the promise of early red ; 
Let strangers share in their breath and bloom, 
Plant ye the bright roses over my tomb. 

TO A FLOWER. 
BY BARRY CORNWALL. . 
AWN, gentle flower, 
| From the morning earth ! 
Ai) We will gaze and wonder 
At thy wondrous birth ! 


Bloom, gentle flower ! 
Lover of the light, 
Sought by wind and shower, 
Fondled by the night ! 

