"Some loved you not and words let fall That must have piercèd your gentle breast, But I, who loved you best of all, Hurt you far more than all the rest."
One lesson let us keep in mind— To hold our dear ones close and fast, Since loyal hearts are hard to find, And life and love so soon are past.
IMMORTALITY.
The fluttering leaves above his grave, The grasses creeping toward the light, The flowers fragile, sweet, and brave, That hide the earth clods from our sight,
The swelling buds on shrub and tree, The golden gleam of daffodil, The violet blooming fair and free Where late the winds blew harsh and chill,
The lily lifting up its breath Where snowdrifts spread but yesterday— All cry: "Where is thy sting, O death? O grave, where is thy victory?"
Each Eastertide the old world sings Her anthem sweet and true and strong, And all the tender growing things Join in her resurrection song.