Poems (Hoffman)/To the Flowers

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TO THE FLOWERS
Bright little day starsScattered all over the earth,Ye drape the house of mourningAnd ye deck the hall of mirth.
Ye are gathered to grace the ballroom,Ye are borne to the house of prayer,Ye wither upon the snowy shroud,Ye fade in the bride's jeweled hair.
Ye are relics of bygone ages,From Eden inherited,To gladden the homes of the living,And mourn on the graves of the dead.