All the world brings its roses to the bier of Clara Barton.

Grand Rapids Herald.

My life is like the summer rose

That opens to the sky,

But ere the shades of evening close

Is scattered on the ground—to die.

Richard Henry Wilde.

There’s the rosemary, that’s for remembrance;—and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts. Shakespeare.

THE PANSY PIN—FOR THOUGHTS

Once Friendship weaves its silken band