HER FLOWERS
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Then at her blessèd feet,
That never more shall haste on errands sweet,
Lay fragrant mignonette
And fair sweet-peas in dainty garlands set,—
Dear humble flowers, that make
Each passer-by the gladder for their sake!
That never more shall haste on errands sweet,
Lay fragrant mignonette
And fair sweet-peas in dainty garlands set,—
Dear humble flowers, that make
Each passer-by the gladder for their sake!
For she who lieth here
Trod not alone the high paths shining clear,
With light of star and sun
Falling undimmed her lofty place upon;
But stooped to lowliest ways,
Filling with fragrance all the passing days!
Trod not alone the high paths shining clear,
With light of star and sun
Falling undimmed her lofty place upon;
But stooped to lowliest ways,
Filling with fragrance all the passing days!
