We are sending you, dear
Forth alone to die,
Where your gentle sisters may not weepO'er the cold graves where you lie;
But you go to bring them fadeless
In the bright homes where they dwell,
And you softly smile that't is so,
As we sadly sing farewell.
O plead with gentle words for us,
And whisper
Of generous love to that cold heart,
And it will answer ye;
And though you fade in a dreary home,
Yet loving hearts will
Of the joy and peace that you have given:
Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!
