But soon these traced lines will fade
And disappear—’tis their doom.
May you, unlike them, be arrayed
In a perpetual bloom.
In memory’s wreath may one bud be entwined for me.
We are all placed here to do something. It is for us, and not for others, to find out what that something is, and then, with all the energy of which we are capable, honestly and prayerfully to be about our business.
Oh! think of me some day