IN MEMORIAM. 103 IN MEMORIAM. I SAW two flowers at morning: The one was a full-blown rose; The other an opening rose-bud, As white as the sea-washed pearl; And it graced, amid masses of dark-brown hair, And the flowers were types of these lovely ones, I saw two graves at even, Mid the fading light of day; And there, at the head of the cherished dead, The morning flowerets lay. And I cried, "O gentle flowers, Are those beautiful ones beneath? Can aught so bright and so lovely H. COPPEE. GOD sent His Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men And bring them back to heaven again. THE SINGERS. 105 Through groves he wandered, and by streams, The second, with a bearded face, A gray old man, the third and last, And those who heard the Singers three But the great Master said, "I see I gave a various gift to each, To charm, to strengthen, and to teach. "These are the three great chords of might; And he whose ear is tuned aright Will hear no discord in the three, LONGFELLOW. Of all the thoughts of God that are Along the Psalmist's music deep, THE SLEEP. What would we give to our beloved? What do we give to our beloved? A little dust to overweep, And bitter memories to make The whole earth blasted for our sake. "He giveth His beloved sleep." "Sleep soft, beloved!" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep, But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber, when "He giveth His beloved sleep." O earth, so full of dreary noises! His dews drop mutely on the hill; 107 |