Her Epitaph. Poem by Samuel Bamford

Her Epitaph.



To the gentle and blest,
Who hath come to her rest,
An offering meet
In season appears;
All beautiful and sweet
Flowers, nursed in tears.

Monday, September 20, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
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