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 PLANTING FLOWERS ON THE GRAYE OF PARENTS.

��I'VE set the flow'rets where ye sleep,

Father and mother dear, Their roots are in the mould so deep,

Their bosoms bear a tear, The tear-drop of the dewy morn

Their trembling casket fills, Mix'd with that essence from the heart

That filial love distils.

Above thy pillow, mother dear,

I 've plac'd thy favourite flower, The bright-ey : d purple violet,

That deck'd thy summer-bower ; The fragrant camomile, that spreads

Its verdure, fresh and green, And richly broiders every niche,

The velvet turf between.

I kiss'd the tender violet, That droop 'd its stranger-head Q 2

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