PLANTING FLOWERS, ETC.
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PLANTING FLOWERS ON THE GRAVE OF PARENTS.
I've set the flow'rets where ye sleep,
Father and mother dear;
Their roots are in the mould so deep,
Their bosoms hide a tear;
The chrystal of the dewy morn
Their trembling casket fills,
Mixed with that tear-drop from the heart,
Which filial love distils.
Above thy pillow, mother dear,
I've placed thy favorite flower—
The bright-eyed purple violet,
That deck'd thy summer bower;
The fragrant chamomile, that spreads
Its leaflets fresh and green,
And richly broiders every niche
The velvet turf between.
