Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1864/Fallen Flowers

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Fallen Flowers [edit]

<poem>

One of the workers of the world Living toiled and toiling died;

    But others worked and the world went on,

And was not changed when he was gone, A strong arm stricken, a wide sail furled;

    And only a few men sighed.

One of the heroes of the world

    Fought to conquer, then fought to fail,
    And fell down slain in his blood-stained mail,

And over his form they stept; His cause was lost and his banner furled; And only a woman wept.

One of the singers among mankind

    Sang healing songs from an o'erwrought heart

But ere men listened the grass and wind Were wasting the rest unsung like a wave;

    And now of his fame that will ne'er depart

He has never heard in his grave.

One of the women who only love

    Loved and grieved and faded away:

Ah me! are these gone to the God above,

    What more of each can I say?

They are human flowers that flower and fall, This is the song and the end of them all.