150 | Linden Harp#152a | 152b |
Text: | We only seem to die |
Eliza.
1 My pretty flowers have come again,
See how the violets grow;
And all the plants which late have been,
All cover'd o'er with snow.
2 I felt quite sure the leaves would peep
Again above the ground,
Although the roots were buried deep,
And not a stem was found.
Mary.
3 Mamma says when the grave shall close
O'er you, dear sis, and I,
We, like our sweet fading rose,
Shall only seem to die.
4 I know, my mother tells me true,
I'm not afraid to go
To God, who showers my plants with dew,
And covers them with snow.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My pretty flowers have come again |
Title: | We only seem to die |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1855 |
Notes: | Dialogue between Mary and Eliza. |