152a. 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
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.
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