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 Who seem to be born Out of all he is, Who love to be born, And to die for this. Flowers for remembrance, Flowers for truth; Thoughts of the angel of Innocent youth; Dews of the morning Over their mirth, Softly awaking From sleep in earth; Sweet resurrection, A holy birth! Red for renouncement, Green is for hope, White for humility, Flowers who droop; Pale for his purity; Fair they link, Leaning a hand to us, Ere we sink. Azure for infinite Heaven's embrace, Tender and true Celestial grace; Red for the heart's blood Of Christ our Lord;