Ever bring back their bloom again.
“But I know they are wondrous bright and fair
In the fields of their high abode;
Your flowers are the flowers that a child may wear,
But mine are the blossoms of God.”
Death came to the earth, by his side was Spring;
The two came from God’s own bowers;
One sow’d in night and the other in light,
Yet they both were sowing flowers.
