FLOWER TO FLOWER.
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Who seem to be born
Out of all he is,
Who love to be born,
And to die for this.
Flowers for remembrance,
Flowers for truth;
Thoughts of the angel of
Innocent youth;
Dews of the morning
Over their mirth,
Softly awaking
From sleep in earth;
Sweet resurrection,
A holy birth!
Red for renouncement,
Green is for hope,
White for humility,
Flowers who droop;
Pale for his purity;
Fair they link,
Leaning a hand to us,
Ere we sink.
Azure for infinite
Heaven's embrace,
Tender and true
Celestial grace;
Red for the heart's blood
Of Christ our Lord;
